Poem Category: All

what if
all the returning geese
could take this silence!

alone now…
yet someone beyond
looks to the returning geese

a sunset shines–
the river thaw
falls in rainbows

what fun to show!
the apple blossoms dance
in their first breeze

what if
all full moons could infuse
the river so!

such a low moon
framed
by the doorway

low moon
shadows of me here
in the doorway

a leg bone healing…
here in these countless shapes
the sunsets bring me