Poem Category: All

beekeeper
how sealed the sun is
in his row of jars.

winter holidays
the warmth from grandma
closing her front door.

the tidal mud
as we seek
her gold earring.

family album
after lunch mother asks
for help in her garden.

on my phone
the trail of the comet
passing in silence.

still life
the tram lights move
to the morning fog.

geese returning
I tune the gut strings
of my old folk guitar.