Poem Category: Australian

The long travelled geese
no reasons now
to endure cold.

In her stones
the old stream trickles
another thaw.

Winter’s about
following me around
with white breaths.

Ripe cornfield
discovering at the centre
a scarecrow’s clothes.

Immersing fog
the caws of magpies
around me again.

Doctor’s rooms
a tank of goldfish
taking their turns.

The boy’s scooped in
cicada shrills
from his marmalade jar.

Passing a flame tree
onto the hearse
autumn adds a leaf.

Fog thickens
a crow caws louder
from the neighbour’s fence.

Dust eddies
under the bridge
raising the drought.