Poem Category: All

In the garden breeze
my coffee alone
unsweetened.

Another wave
again the lighted buoy’s
bell rings out.

Clouds mingle
soaking into the forest
the smell of leaves.

Empty platform
following the express trains
the morning’s paper.

Family courts
outside the creaking rooms
a child in frilly socks.

Such is wind
to let autumn’s last gold leaf
flutter in vain.

Spring returns
down from timeless journeys
the gypsy geese.

Holiday cottage
the sleepiness of tots
carried inside.

Prison walls
the silence given
to falling snow.

Country road
between skeletons of Pines
the winter puddles.