Poem Category: Australian

red traffic light
the cup of hot coffee
from its holder

wet Sunday
the boathouse
at the bend of the river

twilight walk–
in every rain puddle
leaving the moon

whirring
with the autumn winds
the sounds of Gum leaves

cornfield
the horizon’s
black cloud-head

fog
whitens the headlights
my truck sees through

our orange sunrise
adding its chirps
the sparrow near me

old hay-filled
scarecrow’s coat
in the tall corn wind

old gold-rush town…
afternoon crow calls
sifted by the wind

country hotel
through the open window
hearing the trees move