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Category: Australia
Cotton Trees
on sunburnt country
thoughts of the fairy floss trees
the old cotton loom
Sunday
remnants of plunger coffee
the washing and dryer blues
empty pegs on the clothesline
the moments of reflection
a longing for the rain clouds
this land cries out in the drought
burnt by the sun in winter
a fleeting glimpse of freedom
the sun makes way for the frost
Outback Storm
red dirt on the shed
scorching heat turns to thunder
a heavy rain rinse
A Summer Coat
I work from home alone.
I raise my eyes to the window,
and
look out towards the hills, cows.
Magpies snap up worms from our lawn.
At lunch, I stand in thongs and a coat,
watching everything between heaven and Earth.
The wind wails of Winter, yet it is Summer.
The Flame Tree
We bake in our car
as we drive to Far North Queensland.
The changing landscape
seems to move and breathe with us.
An Illawarra Flame Tree
reminds us of an Australian song.
We stop for a while
to feel the way the wind moves
and
to see the Flame Tree burning.
Susurrous sounds of longing
move through this ancient landscape
and
we take a photograph to remember.
Passionberry Nibbling
sunkissed dirty brown-red earth by day,
starlit luminous enchanted land by night.
casual bushes, trees, and plants bustle,
as the nightlife of the land, comes alive.
ripe creamy yellow fruits lure wombats,
possums, echidnas, and bilbies to nibble.
sweet passionberry bushes jiggle and
bounce as the animals’ stuff themselves.
The Fly
Thoughts of snow,
reprieve from the heat.
Chickens live next door,
often disguised as roosters.
Flies buzz determined;
evil beasts want tasty food.
A beast enters by magic,
the instant recognition of the fly swat.
Angry as a beast lands,
you wildly spank the chair.
Haiku: This Land
Echoes of this land
blood, bone and broken dreaming
A song we know plays
Very Short Story: Rain
Some prayed for rain; others danced, many gave up hope as the dams dried up.
An old man sat looking at them, shook his head, and thought of all those times he scolded the rain.
What he’d give for drop now, yet then he hated how the rain always ruined his plans.
C & K 