Poem Category: Australian

the opening of stars
our campfire’s smoke
rise to the silence

murmuring rain
the horses’
draped manes and tails

burnt out house
grumbles of the bob cat’s work
on a cold grey day

autumn leaves
out line me
on the park bench

midnight’s moment
five haiku breathe
from my fresh page

fresh lite snow
her front yard bike
before school

willows reflect
flying through and leaving
come, come again migrant geese!

across clearings
I feel no breeze stir
just the leaf sniffed by a fox

first date
I more and more know
her answers

watercolouring
should hold forever
this moonshine across the bay