Poem Category: Australian

first spring warmth
our arrival
at the dark house-boat

swinging gate
a party of wildflowers
losing some heads

our chorus of sounds
echoed
at breakfast

after meal stroll
graffiti more grubby
in the twilight

the whole moon
found in an old Gum
tender new leaves

parrots forage
their first born chick
clearing the nest out

thunder to lightning
the leaves fly around us
all the walk home

midnight lightning
begins to bend
the river

herding
our grape vine leaves
the corner wind

letter box
the wire fence
dangled with dew