Poem Category: All

A Pine falls
about ten saplings
refill its place.

Puddles of rain
the cattle lowing
upside down.

Sunset stretches
our shadows
caught underfoot.

Train doors spring open
the butterfly’s flutter in
finds me.

An owl hoots
hedging around shadows
the old tom cat.

Heat haze
a wire fence in the lake
of a mirage.

On our back yard snow
crows being
the other colour.

Interstate train …
the last thing from her
a hand covered smile.

Thunder passes
the willow weeps
into the river.

Winter outside
the glass-house tomatoes
and I perspire.