Poem Category: Australian

Pacific rim
a sailboat
its future at the edge

hives
following Father
to a future in honey

bee hive
I cannot count
the flowers

summer breeze–
to a holiday house
a seagull calling

dodging them
should avoid the sunbeams
in Dad’s old shed

strong winds
seagull cries
there! not here!

in the picnic
the freckles dotting
Laurel’s nose

in the picnic–
I never heard before
how she speaks my name

beyond us–
sunset steams
the sea with fire

geese bottoms-up
one last feed
before crossing a sea