Poem Category: Australian

spider eyes
the hate of their freedoms
staring at butterflies

great camera shots
tiger moths on white roses
a long way from home

time to close
the warmth of the library
to walk home in

cafe’ lunch for two
a dropped balloon
comes with the breeze

school year ends
the lunch box and bullies
I’ve been through

fogged in
strange to lonely
the back yard drips

peach orchard
a breeze enters
and begins to scent there

night winds
our pet’s ten thousand years
of howling

midday just past
caravan neighbours
moving off

afternoon shadows
a peach tree
flavours the breeze