Poem Category: Australian

with a rope swing
the school boy
opens the river

blackberries after lunch !!!
the purple grin
showing her tiny white lie

pinging
to its dances of hail
our old tin roof

sipping the river
a horse on guard
one at a time

eucalypts
passing the lightning
to where we stand

on our rooftops
up to the hills
a glaring moon-face

moon shine
in all of its journeys
the time for geese

night winds
a little bit of the tree
a raven’s space

sunrise
composing colours
a ewe squeezes her lamb out

the frost drips…
my mind on the lark
singing to dawn