Poem Category: All

her park –
through crunches of white frost
the school girl – runs

red wheelbarrow –
the strawberries grown over
touching the earth

our bed –
through beams of sunlight
her plain hair – gleams

meteorites –
through our breathing air
the big bang‘s – matter

bird songs –
at grandma‘s window
the toddler’s mimic

up drafts –
I hold the hawk‘s feather
where it entered the wind

butterflies –
where the fences meet
a spider – weaves

birds of birds –
in the swoop of starlings
a bird shape – forms

still here –
in the waiting-room hush
the fish-tank… turns

dawn colours
each bright nestling
eyes up face up