Poem Category: All

Old boxed letters
someone longing
in my mother’s voice.

Verandah
the Kelpie’s dust scratched
into a sunbeam.

Apricot sky
sand dunes following
the afternoon wind.

Grandmother’s eyes …
the months of her mantelpiece’s
un-wiped dust.

Wearing out
rain puddles
the brightness of suns.

Her call ends …
a half decent senryu
on my jotting pad.

Old horse barn
smelling a sunbeam
about the stalls.

Raising a shadow
at midnight
the fruit bat’s wing.

Fumbling with keys
fumbling with locks
the child home from school.

Gold autumn leaves
a log in the river
hoarding its treasure.