Poem Category: All

The doors open
movie goers dash
out to the night.

Midnight clouds
a moon spot
steps off shore.

Wife’s garden
in her straw basket
our dinner picked herbs.

Leaves litter
the wind and I rake
against each other.

Mountain hike
bees show the way
into wildflowers.

Plastic bags
kiting in the wind
the autumn brings.

Half through
concerto
the Steinway in lights.

What the tea leaves tell
three months after
the last affair.

Deep waters
a mirror of the moon
I row across.

spring breezes
bees to the apple
blossoms again.