Poem Category: All

Aphis
suddenly on the roses
Spring ! ah ! Spring.

Retirement home
the sun room fades
into daydreams.

Wind in the corn
I whirl to the same rustle
the scarecrow has turned.

Summer afternoon
just before iced teas
the cicadas start.

Ship rails
to the far green ocean
falling for a moment.

Dawn opens
the first magpie for a moment
clearing its throat.

Pretty tot
with nothing but chocolate
to shape her mouth.

Neighbour’s dog
barking at shadows
until they come home.

Letter-box empty
the magpie fight
has crossed the wet lawn.

The full moon
gathering light
out on the sea another.