Crows bully us awake from
their trees and magpies sing
us to dreams from our grass
Crows bully us awake from
their trees and magpies sing
us to dreams from our grass
Humidity lifts like
old wallpaper slowly
reluctantly in a swelter
One drip per breath
then two three more
The parsimonious shower
Midday heat at
midnight even the
stars are sweating
The good moon
rising surely slowly
How lovely to sleep
Sirens and babies wailing
Dogs and cats misbehaving
Full moon
The burnt night sky
after lightning strikes
sewing heaven and earth
A sketchy shower
on a wispy breeze
It’s late let’s sleep
In the black sky
night a quarter moonful
of brightening light
Fence palings pale
into yesterday’s garden
paying the sun’s toll
Digging post-holes
Turning old soil
to face the sun
There is rain that
falls like an
afterthought from clearing skies
Blooming anthills with
the rain – mini volcanoes
already extinct
The rain
thrilling across tin rooves
hears itself laugh
Rainbow lorikeets flocking
in the red bottlebrush
That party screech