I quite liked 'Mookari' by Indigenous poet Dan Davis - chosen to represent Australia in a Commonwealth anthology (one poem per country).
I think it's going to rain today, the sun isn't so bright. The clouds are slowing covering the blue, closing it all from sight. He Coming Now I think I heard some thunder, smell rain in the air. Just saw a flash of lightning , stretching out over there. "BANG", the clap of thunder goes, it can give a little fright. Watching this lightning can be dangerous, but oh what a sight...
'Mookari' can be heard recited here.
It's definitely feeling wintery here, so I was searching out that feeling, that sense of chill days. This is what I found: Robert Hayden's 'Those Winter Sundays'.
Sundays too my father got up earlyBoth poems are only quoted in part for copyright reasons. Search out the rest. They're out there.
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him...