Poem Category: All

The summer day sets …
an eagle is shaping itself
on a far fiery cloud.

Heaven high
veering left from the sun
the return of geese.

Sketched
before corruption
the fruit bowl’s apple.

The river forks …
pondering a while
in our picnic canoe.

Home from the heat
high heels kicked
into the corner.

Waterwheels
sipping wine by the pond
with Laurel.

Patio winds
pruning the bonsai too
of autumn leaves.

New table
the white square of it
around our old blue vase.

Back to my childhood
I wipe a bit of jam
from the tot’s lips.

Brushing past
the dog’s stick
into the river.