Poem Category: All

Pink bedroom
letting her kitten catch
the wall’s torchlight.

Still hovering
pinnacles of pampas grass
the dragonfly.

Rain whispers
the tin coloured lake
surrounds our canoe.

At drought’s end
the earth sweet smell
of the cattle’s breath.

Picking apple trees
an eagle glides above us
shaped by the wind.

Her shadows touch too ,
letting the butterfly
around my face.

A salt wind brings rain
not far from us
the cry of gulls.

Our home for sale
sparrows peck the lawn
near auction’s end.

Buoy bells
in the fishermen’s thrown heads
a chorus of gulls.

Ant-black trail
returning to the garden bed
butterfly wings.