Poem Category: Australian

from the storm
the stampede of cattle
distant thunder

from the old girl
her magpies pecking
marmalade toast

burning leaves
the daughter’s giggles
whenever the winds shift

wheat harvest
the quiet of nights here
has a purpose

reflecting me
an old man
where the shore birds stand

gnarled old tree
its last season
to fill our apple pies

front door slam–
the school children finding
our warm peach pie

Laurel feels tickled
by the snow melt
in open palms

on our swimming pool
rains too
of the blue Jacaranda

down spirals
to ebbs of the tide
the bay’s pelicans