Poem Category: All

Coins on the snow
how loved as she gropes
in school girl gloves.

No hint of surf
only the feel of quicksand
between the child’s toes.

Meadow frost
the way it spends a year
away from the sea.

Sunday afternoon
giggling
her dog’s quick shake of its bath.

In owl hoots
traces of fruit bats
across clouds on the moon.

A dawn breeze stirs
into the fish pond
a leaf lets the moon.

Sky dive
every fear at the door
coming together.

Peach orchard
picking the ravages of the hail
that taste as sweet.

Black pond
a frog leaps into
the litter of stars
re: Basho’

Crossing
on the new sheets
the barbed claws of her kitten.