Poem Category: Australian

Lover’s lane
windscreens fogging
their silence.

Straw sun-hat
shapes of your digging
in the herb garden.

Pet song on the radio …
too rushed
making their school lunches.

Yellow-rose thorn
ripping the red drop
of my blood.

Breathless summer night
a possum sits beside
the back yard pool.

Holding its shape
unbaked
the thin clay vase.

Fog around the trees
a deer in gun sights
comes and goes.

Fruit knife
beside the peelings
our hot apple pie.

School exams
a magpie pecks itself
in their window.

Winter outside
the glass-house tomatoes
and I perspire.