Poem Category: Australian

start of day
in the pond
the light of a frog’s leap
Re: Basho’

autumn moves–
plastics making a dump
of rustled leaves

lightning
Laurel’s startle
turns to darkness

praising dawn–
a magpie
the first soprano

in no songs
can the magpie tell
joys desert

in her songs
the bird has no joys
to darken

holding the memory
I hold
the kid’s tree house

midnight
moths just know
to circle the street lights

rain drizzles
the camp site–
the school holidays too

cellar wines–
I cannot tell
what age brings