Poem Category: Australian

Fruit bats echo
the shapes of the figs
becoming ripe.

Crescent moon…
in silhouette
the horse-shoe bay.

buds overall
coming through the garden
daughter and friends.

morning lingers
I lean with the tree
to bird songs.

the fog floats
high heels and a whisper
comes from the alley.

summer winds
the stains of bore-water
on the tomato leaves.

on my phone
the trail of the comet
passing in silence.

still life
the tram lights move
to the morning fog.

in autumn falls
dismounting the seat
of my pedal bike.

Drying farm
the silence of his moods
at the family table.