Poem Category: All

Hot north winds …
hosing her herb garden
she uncurls leaf after leaf.

Apple tree budding …
last year
hair to pull a comb through.

Dawn opens
another magpie tenor
underneath the lead.

Flood-lights
the lake and sky
the same full moon. .

Piebald cat
caught slinking past
our games in the pool.

Cold French fries
desperate to join any fight
the loudest gull.

Boy’s kite
climbing on the breezes
out of the park.

Dawn
rose red first
in the eye of an eagle.

Icy frost
cracking the river edge
the horse’s hooves.

The flame trees drip
and hour by hour
the street fog glows with headlights.