Poem Category: All

Sunday lunch
dropping the family album
laugh lines slip out.

Family lunch
arranging thin ripe tomato rings
around the cool white plate.

the tension between us
listening if her dreams
may set loose a name

Grandmother’s gift
the brooch clasp
losing its gold.

Ceiling fan
finding just bedroom heat
to twirl and twirl.

Winter morning
leaving the train station
a friend’s last wave.

Spring begins–
spreading from the magpie
untried wings.

Clothes line – –
cormorants drying
outstretched wings.

Mother’s visit
suggesting new colours
she touches every wall.

Meditation
a letter fluttering
through the door flap.