Poem Category: All

Meteor passing
a sign the earth
is still of the stars.

Furniture restore
new wood under
the old brown paint.

Window’s fly speck
coming from behind
the pink glow of Mars.

Solitary
grey moths circling
the wet streetlights.

Clouds rush
sunspots caught out
in the garden.

Screeching about
the tight corners
roller coaster.

house auction
a bid from the telephone
raising ours again.

beekeeper’s shed
jars of gold
highlighting the sun.

flickers of sleep
in late-night blues
the radio’s jazz.

first light
the ebb fondling
a wave at a time.