Poem Category: All

Pub closed
the sailor against the fence
with these waves about.

Unless he gives illusions
the street magician
has no charms.

Bring us your driftwoods
tides, ebbs from those unknown lands
bring them all face down.

Rock climbing
the click from the wings
of a dragonfly.

Muscatel vines
storm clouds
rushing the harvest.

Winter light
through the naked roses
your lingerie drying.

Ski fields
a white overcoat
around the mountain.

Canoeing where
the Southern Cross
is mirrored on.

Sun blind
the mouse moves in and out
of the eagle’s eye.

This morning’s fog …
I am swallowed in the park
with magpie calls.