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