Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Grandmother’s gift
the brooch clasp
losing its gold.

Full moon
crooning to the cattle
their favourite old tunes.

Spring winds
finding odd tunes to play
over the barbed wire fences.

The fig tree is
a tethered brumby
the storm gathers.

Street cafe’
a newspaper wind
bending at the corner.

Waterfront cafe’
drawing to the horizon
both full moons.