Poem Category: All

Harbour winds
the tugging of the yachts
for a midnight prowl.

Twice on Sundays
Father’s leather prayer book
binding us.

Morning winds
from yacht to yacht
their roll in shared waves.

Hay barn
the hoot of an owl
in the lover’s silence.

Rain puddles
the school boy running-in
his new shoes.

Pouring a white wine
the way her bracelet charms
tinkle our glasses.

Soprano
how vital the applause
should choke.

Kindergarten
she makes any crayon
her coloured sky.

The moon
the frost crackles
in a puddle of ice.

Startled
in the garden shed
last winter’s spider.