Poem Category: All

Swirling fogs
two trains at the road crossing
suddenly pass.

Abandoned boy’s home
and did I break a window
to scramble out.

Dairy farmer
calling the girls in
before the morning heat.

Lace curtains
so many full moons
to the pretty tot’s eye.

First light
glittering the hallway
with our dust.

Dumped on earth
the foal finds
its long legs shaking.

From the wood bridge
we cross by daily
the diving school-kids.

How furiously
the tiger moth entangles
the circle of silk.

Country road
crossing in the moonshine
a flash flood.

Wheat field
the urge to meander
in the waves of the wind.