In the cold weather
the cold city the cold
heart of something as pitiless as apathy
to be a poet in Australia
is the ultimate commitment.
          Michael Dransfield, "like this for years"

is to be remembering a sparrow
in Bird Life Park
a toad-fish
at Sea-World
          Bruce Dawe, "To Be a Poet in Australia"

I'm no poet,
But the leaves went all different colours—
Red, and yellow.
We waited until they had all fallen
Before we cut it down.
          Todd Owen, "The Last Tree Standing"