Poem Category: Australian

out of season
hail and passion-fruits
dot the white lawn

Bonsai class
some students suggest
I snip less

dawn whispers
my jogging and the leaves
along this street

and the Suns soften
as unheard cicadas
creep slowly back to earth

our estate sold
Father’s portrait eyes
a tart look

reading old letters…
all Mum’s apple pies
from this table

falling Pine
its ancient right
to crush street lights

oh! these home town blues
when red leaves
become brown litter

grandma’s illness
her falling
unfit glasses

the assassin
of fresh waters
an old Pike