again. $3 bags of kanzi and jonathons
are sweating on the change, pumpkins curl round
roadside tables and here a whole parkfull
autumn f*cking leaves (Tumbarumba, NSW)
autumn
autumnal sijo
fallow
even as I beat these keys with my fist / they resist, spring springs back
I groan, hammer the veins in my head / as if effort would suffice
all winter’s rawness: the burnished furrow, the cornstalk wrecks
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The sound of mowing
I
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The afternoon storm
the sky’s a lambent column
all the way to space. Continue reading
Autumn heart
a fall
of golden leaves
tumbling in
brilliant air
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Evening at South Beach
All day the southerly blew hard on the face of the the sea until, finally, around evening the wind died. On the north side of the peninsula the water was luminous – green and pink waves lined up to pearl on the cooling sand. Continue reading
season’s anagram (autumn comes)
the wind moans in the cote
as it tunes canto (odd muso)
on manse doors and eaves.
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