Poem Category: Australian

a late picnic
the sunset’s
polished lake

a lunch-time jog
dodging
the smells of the city

afternoon sun
airing for our party
her little black dress

so small in my arms…
I cradle the child
from bad dreams

a beach breeze
salt coats
all their parked cars

answering
our drought
a few perfectly black clouds

beach walk
the smells of the ocean
it brings to the shore

shadows inching…
in the bone winter trees
a crow caws,caws,caws

sunset beach
a hover of seagulls
unafraid of our dogs

in sticks and stones
the same storm leaves
cover the street