Poem Category: All

the old man
with his fish and chips
huffs and puffs at seagulls

mating season
they watch the gang wars
these younger magpies

blue empty sky
my horse stooped
to the river puddles

my bread crusts
starting a turf war
of magpies

grey autumn showers
the sound of the leaves
softer now

cracked river
a girl retraces
her crossing

the whole day
in sounds of autumn
needing the wind

a bird bath, and
the hammer to crack
morning frosts

thought I’d drop into
her sick room…
frangipanis