Poem Category: All

The steel bucket
comes up the stone well
dancing.

Ripe cornfield
a rustle from
the coloured wind.

Migrating geese
the marshlands and summer
rowdy once more.

In and out
of the foster child
the family’s name.

Flood recedes
a patch of sunlight
wrinkled in mud.

small tourist town
the local asks
where we have been lately

Scent of a storm
the caw of a crow
leaving the tree.

Misting lake
at the cabin door
tea mug warms my hands.

Long drought
the river banks
meet at the centre.

Sand bar
the king tide
rises over itself.