Poem Category: All

a new summer quiet—
the turn of the geese
veers out of sight

visiting my old folks
working the rust off
their garden tools

sunlit barn
a filly
snorts in the bran

lucky fountain
the wish is invisible
on the coin she throws

loneliness
in our mother‘s house
she keeps on hoarding

blankets of rain
inside the glass door
honey-tea for my cold

leaves across the roof
only the fire side
lighting my novel

plastered leg
these magpie calls
healing my long winter

attic sunshine
all their school year things
they left to us

most
of the road curve
just a gathering of leaves