Poem Category: All

the moon-rise snakes
in slow curves
of the river

sundown ahead
turning the wind
to black

mountain eagle
I am the ears
who hears its cry

sunflower
a little breeze
in its waves

eagle’s feet
the one hooked
prey

at dawn
the sing-songs raspy
of the crow’s voice

new wallet
the daughter’s photo
needing teeth

picnic spot
roaming riverside
the smells of our youth

clawed with winter
grandmother knitting
her pain

a sea of moon…
the shadows
my jogging passes