Poem Category: Australian

dusk being mauve
the varicose veins
of the winter trees

cracking the mud
at the end of it
the river drought

in troughs of the moon
knowing her free-spirit
Laurel swimming back

a man-made pond
the one small frog
taken in

fox prints in the snow
shadows include a movement
at the hen-house door

corn feeding
in the scarecrow’s shade
some migrating geese

moving house
the last from the apple tree
in our last carton

flood clean-up
The mud working into
all our moving parts

sipping a sweet coffee
under the Gum trees
in their falling place

two perfect thoughts!!
a cornfield rustling–
snowflakes on my nose