Poem Category: All

Full moon
in a line of sight
that the owl makes day.

Chalk dust
the weight-lifter’s time
held in the air.

First gin and tonic – –
after some rain
the chorus among magpies.

winter breaths
on the bird-bath ice
pecks of a magpie.

driving without haste
the shapes of a scarecrow
alone in the fog.

open window
the tracks of my jazz vinyl
in the wildflower scent.

out of silence
magpies sing to dawn
of their cracking eggs.

summer forest
leaving the chain saw to it
‘ the butterflies.

house auction
the weight of their hands
out-bidding us.

lawn mowing
I stir a wisp of fog
behind the old tin shed.