Poem Category: All

Hunting
the cat’s ears
a lizard in our raked leaves.

Deep sea dive
loosening small bubbles
the battleship’s bones.

Autumn leaves
in and out of the rustle
falling between trees.

Bright orange dawn
with the others
the fading star of Venus.

Almost home
in the high cool country
our Pine scented street.

Ankle high leaves
gathered around the park bench
autumn blows.

Coal-mine town
hearts throbbing
between the siren wails.

Too slow to move
the falling Pine slaps
at the axe-man’s face.

Grandparents
their marmalades spread
with the silence of the jar.

In the park
the old dog smells
in and out of the shadows.