Poem Category: Australian

moon lit skins
I hold from touching
her few freckles

the long pond ripples–
my under-arm flip
of the flat-stone

just plopped…
the pond gathered in
around a frog

tiny cascade
a rainbow bridged
across the stones

the lift jolts…
a little bob
of her pony tail

Cathedral
sunset lighting a spire
the last one

tent rains…
my hour of cards
in solitaire

we fished
right up to supper…
the campfire pan

heads up…
wildflowers
in the first rain drops

sunflowers in rain
the weeds I threw
onto the path