Poem Category: Australian

I know only
needing the bush fires
most Gum trees will blossom

I know only
after the rain
some strawberry plants will fruit

dropping a pebble
down the well
a brown moth springs out

late for school
skimming pebbles
on the lake near home

sunset river
a fallen Gum drifts
slow as the breeze

wattle
gold in the sunshine
gold in itself

from the first light
my ears hear only
the bell-bird’s tinkle

long drought
the small frog cry
at its end

childless…
these starry nights
just the Big Bang expanding

no magpies care
… if mornings
I must join quietly