Poem Category: All

truck cafe’–
through the dark of night
the road hard–frost

’til sunset sinks…
the cabbage moth sits
overlooked

the neighbour’s lawn
from my sickroom
turning green

all night rain
the face in the mirrors
seen on the garden

toddler
touching stars
on the pane

shimmering lakes
to their home from home
the first of the geese

mountain camp
just sounds of the snow
freezing the wind