Dawn Dawdles
The birds wake me
I close my eyes
Here comes the never-ending dream.
A.S. 2017
O’Possum
It’s a windy day
The tree stands and swings wildly
Possum sleeps mildly.
A.S. 2017
Together or Apart?
Morning brought the question,
Delivered with sweet sunlight.
“Blow!” The wind replied.
A.S. 2017
For Banjo Patterson…
Rain, she drops,
tip,-tap-toes,
here she comes knocking
on my kitchen door.
Out the back door I went,
to find a forest.
It was burnt and black,
but hope was still alive.
There is a cure
Without the lie.
In the green of the leaves
our only future lies.
Come breathe the air
here in the mountains,
in the wilds,
and in the rapid
of the river’s dark.
A.S. 2017
