Poem Category: Miscellaneous

In today’s picked flowers
a thorn
has found my blood.

First light
the Gum trees measuring
one inch- two inch- three inch four.

The Cathedral
woken
with a thunder clap.

My crime novel
geese cries returning
in the death throes of night.

Bed of sunflowers
absorbing bags
of blood and bone.

Her birthday puppy
counting its black spots
in licks and giggles.

Drought’s end
thunder
tickling at the frog’s throat.

The mountain stream
carrying it to the sea
grain by grain.

Bush walk
my torch no longer
over father’s back.

Vegetable garden
itching with eggs
the white cabbage moth.