Poem Category: All

Twilight
lips taking the salt in
from the sea’s breeze.

In the kiln
firing the thoughts
I shaped for the vase.

French windows
the rose-petal breeze
following Laurel inside.

Summer showers
a scatter of dragonflies
chasing mates.

Morning jog
turning up a collar
to the touch of frost.

Empty church yard
the way the wind sounds
inside confetti.

After the movie
a park bench bearing fruit
a small red apple.

Fair grounds
from police to the cola can
the lost child’s stare.

Early breakfast
an already summer dawn
baking the kitchen.

Two loud shrieks!!
the child’s torchlight
into the parrot’s cage.