Poem Category: All

my kite
takes to its struggles –
autumn in the park

garden path
a patch of first snow
the thaw left behind

living alone…
‘A spring thaw’
I whisper to the dog

rows of grapes
I stroll beside
with the horse‘s reins

insomnia
the teenager also
in the next room

late afternoon
the ebb tide gathered
returns to the shore

her tickled palm –
the tot returns a beetle
to the tree

ant acid
how quickly
their foes end

I turn the winch –
and the well-water pail
comes up dancing – jazz

on the horizon –
such a large moon
leaving the sea behind