Poem Category: Australian

Summer art class
our watercolours preserving
the rises of seeds.

Winter frost
limp with the river
little bags of kittens.

Winter ends
under the walk bridge
a bubbling river.

Painter’s brush
creating the waterfall
without a sound.

Summer begins
a chorus of cicadas
into the park.

Tasting the salt
in the sea fog
winter stroll.

Low tide
etched around
the horse-shoe of the bay.

Too frail to sit on …
still holding its shape
the rotten sugar-gum.

In moonlight
the measure by a pebble
down the stone well.

Freight train
whistling
its reason to sound so alone.