Poem Category: All

Games of solitaire
through her open window
Saturday night.

After the downhill run
so much rests on the engine
finding its steam pounding throb.

By degrees
the glint from the window panes
bedazzled with dawn.

Dance auditions
from the dark seats a thank-you
just that once.

Sea-front cafe’
waiting for friends
two moons approach.

Stone path
the gold autumn leaves
shoe shuffle deep.

School picnic
our walk downhill
to join the games of the others.

Fewer migrating geese
out of the storm
out of the rainbow.

The spider must wait
carrying her eggs
the fly escapes.

Moon clouds
moving with the rustle
of the harvest corn.