Poem Category: Australian

no wind sounds
just the willows dangle in
the lazy river

moon as the lace moves
on the open window…
oh! Laurel is talking

seeing home
brightens the stream
she drives through

autumn leaves
the wet road’s
sliding bend

out the window
she cannot love
her birding cat

surf’s up
the waves roll
the sunsets in

honey comb
tastes of the red Gum
tastes of the bee

bushfire
it is not known
the panic in it

a growing wind
sweeps
the kindergarten sand

scooping stars
should sweeten our coffees
from the river