Poem Category: Australian

her garden
still forget-me-nots
to walk through

first light
down to its horizon
in bird songs

rushing in
without a sound
spider legs

fire ash
still the past
to sift

shooting star
somewhere between
New Year and the morning

as I leave them…
Gum trees gathering
to sunset

child’s play
on our summer lawn
raising grasshoppers

sunrise rains
out of the dark earth
untouched mushrooms

at start of day
over river smooth stones
a canoe… freed

north summer winds
flooding my lawns
to save them