Poem Category: All

Front verandah
counted disappearing
the trees into dusk.

Office party
two cocktails melting
in an empty room.

On holidays
a storm in the schoolyard
assembling bins.

The river forks
going along with the moon
to the sea.

A grey day
then towards dusk
a snowfall from the white Pine.

Shown to the moon
new born first born
turning in my arms.

Grandmother’s wake
her faded gold band
loose on my finger.

Evening stroll
the full moon
shouldered lightly.

Wall of fog
ahead of us
tail lights disappearing.

Library books due
back to my childhood
a walk through the snow.