Poem Category: Australian

moving moonlight
the forest
falls in leaves

the last apple reached
enough weight
for our pie

Mum’s birthday
how our echoes linger
around the kitchen

snow fall night
I start dozing
with a new book

winter branches
floating in the moon
our tree house

cave drips
the echoes
up-side down with bats

Japanese gardens
embarrassed
I restore some gravel

magpie warbles
coming all over
a whitening fog

rock climb
ascending only
nothing less

rock climb
only higher
when the fractures fit