Thursday, March 15, 2018

A Winter Night

A piping autumn wind
becomes intense
as a first light snowfall
dusts the gravestones
quickening the night

The moonlit snowman
basks in the late evening glory
scattered stars above
under the warmth of bedclothes
the tolling of a bell
signals slumber

Roger Smith
March 2018

Friday, November 17, 2017


the sunset is breathtaking
sleepless all night
tumbling through time
the night cry of a morepork

lit by a sickle moon
the sunset fades
hopes and wishes
turning into the stars
step by step
the night turns long
and life's dreams multiply

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

ANZAC Weekend

At ANZAC weekend
and a southerly blowing
the last of the summer crickets sought sanctuary
in the trenches by the concrete wall

Children played with plastic drink bottle grenades
never knowing the impact
a fact lost in distant memory and shades of khaki
brasso polished medals and parade ground manouvres

A memory of battles never uttered by fathers
returned from Crete
their memories now turned to dust
under a shrouded moon