Poem Category: All

Novice nun
confessing
her sins have run out.

Morning star
the first light
becomes the blue.

The romances gone,
our surprise
in the book sale.

fizzing up the sand
toe to toe
the faintest surf.

without a bucket
a well dropped
stone.

geese in the clouds
how effortless to leave
our summer’s end.

jazz trio
ice in our cocktails
melts in silence.

darkening ‘
the end of a summer
the geese left behind.

high dive
the boy leaps out to
the rush of water.