Poem Category: All

the visitors settled,
on our family table
grandma’s hand knit lace

autumn leaves fall
the rise of tones rising
from the wind chime

hail storm
I look outside
my quieter face

a feather falls
the geese remembered
their long travelled paths

tooth fairy
the smile across
my daughter’s sleep

helpless green grub
watching its attack
from the bull-ants

butterfly book
after she colours one
one arrives