Poem Category: Australian

Thunder rattles …
the quiver of ferns
in their garden beds.

Homeward
over the holiday resort
migrating geese.

Walk by the lake
a fish circles
within a stone’s throw.

Hitchhikers …
growing and growing
their far travelled tales.

In the fifty acres
pitching with the wind …
green rustled corn.

Home lakes
geese cries forgetting
the ocean flight.

Shooting stars
their tails come to us
in our own air.

In mother’s wake
cygnets bob
the sunshine about.

Midday or later
the shrill of cicadas
across the heat of the park.

For hours now
the abattoir has no sound…
a crescent moon.