Poem Category: All

Auction
how the fall of the hammer
takes father’s shabby house.

This scent of rain
breaking out
the frog’s urge to mate.

Dumped bathtub
the rains turned green
in the mosquitoes’ way.

Winter morning
the inching of a snake
out to the sun.

Winter is all white
no sound
but the tin roof shrinking.

Camp winds
the stillness of the stars
above our flapping tent.

Vegetable garden
itching with eggs
the white cabbage moth.

Autumn wind
closing Tennyson
on a maple leaf.

Cemetery
the weight of those things
stopped being said.

The blonde’s pony tail
sweeps over her shoulders
exercise gym.