Poem Category: All

My crime novel
geese cries returning
in the death throes of night.

Bed of sunflowers
absorbing bags
of blood and bone.

Her birthday puppy
counting its black spots
in licks and giggles.

Playground
a wind returning their sand
under the swings.

Oak leaves
into beauty
fall.

Circus lights
seeping from her balloon
‘Its tiny orange breaths’.

Suddenly awake
blinking at the lightning
city lights.

Emerging sun
letting the sail board race
paint the lake.

Our Sunday’s roast
father first winding
the grandfather clock.

Autumn chill
after her funeral
finishing my aunt’s crochet.