autumn leaf

autumn leaf pressed
between the pages
of my journal
dried up dreams
and faded hopes

as the reed

as the reed sounds
for the clarinet
so
I speak for you
my silent son

Old Moon

old moon
reclining on Red Hill
reminiscing on
people and parties
that once mattered

evening chill

the last
cicada song of summer
evening chill

The Anaesthetic

Emerging from
the anaesthetic
I weep
for all the babies
I will never carry

Deep Night

deep night
buzzing with silence
until at last
a single magpie
calls in the new day

glow

glow of green
on blackened eucalypts
life springs again
on powdered hills
above the grieving towns