Julie Tawse
autumn weaves her magic deep in my Neerim garden soil awakening to busy blackbirds while a bowerbird call descends leaves lie quiet beneath silent drifts of mist soft songs of loss a longing for freedom in warm arrays on the wind
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chopper sound – the veteran cowers with his dog licking his hand, breathing slows autumn a zippy breeze adds life to this wilting lily the conversation returns walking Cape to Cape returning to Byron Bay I reminisce … the freedom…
Susan Manley
birds natter-flit-hop through scrub corridors to cliffs trees gnarled by wind larger birds rise on roaring air weathered, I turn to the sea Bunurong Coast, Vic Gondwana time-slips with Bunurong tides families walking rock flats for traces of extinction –…
Samantha Sirimanne Hyde
a lone dove coos at the arcade amid the bustle we forage for time to write these songs releasing a bee trapped in cobwebs my heart soars as I’m drenched in autumn sunlight winter gusts… on unfinished pavers flicker of…
Tony Steven Williams
through an open gate a dusty track winds to mountains beyond an invitation to try something new furrows of a life well lived crisscross your face – channel country running deep once again dark clouds shadow our sunburnt hills –…
Rodney Williams
North south east west a tanka string – for Meg termite mounds facing north and south in line up here where the sun is warmest my compass in your smile Kakadu National Park, NT alpine hydro surge downstream to liquid sunset the Snowy River – above its…
Vanessa Proctor
night hike the Cubs flash their torches on and off in a moment of quiet the glow of the moon its cantilevered halves still to be connected the harbour bridge about to change the city forever the sky vibrating with…
Robyn Cairns
Altona beach shoreline swimming thoughts to an island of fairy terns joining the flock into blue on mangrove shoreline for a long time together in stillness the curious clicking of mud crabs while strolling Long Jetty a thrashing barracoota spits…
Pirie Klemmer
the furious ocean seeking vengeance on ancient rocks gulls joyfully riding the wind in the silent depths bleached bones rest in peace
Pauline Cleary
that shining morning grey-green leaves glowed stage-lit above drifts of fog my bedroom window a screen in my garden Brazilian Cloak Flower dips to turn its face your red coat disappears into the taxi