Poem Category: All

The roaring is found
sunlight in a waterfall
dissolving stones.

In the winter garden
curled in her lap
the piebald cat.

Lunch
the ring around mother’s kitchen
a family circle.

Crematorium
a fine grey dust
wiped from the chairs.

The white rose
bending with snow
suddenly yellow.

Tossed sleep
the passage of the moon
across the window.

Fresh from the oven
our peach-apple pie
in the soft window breeze.

Memorial park
the weathered stones
of angels.

Loneliness
The moon departs
with the lake’s shine.

Summer garden
about a dozen glow worms
being the light.