14 June, 2009

Weston Creek, One Morning

(Canberra Poems)

The sound of crickets
beneath a gum tree
this wee morning

might not be the last
goodbye song for
Autum, yet.

Winter, an unwanted
gift from somewhere,
will arrive.


1 comment:

  1. I think you'll want to put a twitter button to your blog. Just bookmarked the url, but I must make it manually. Just my advice.