Poem Category: All

lead pencil
surrounded by these haiku
without any weight

interstate bus
in the window mist … waking up
to city lights

mountain heat
an eagle leaps onto
the rising of summer

long travelled waves
the last of the holidays
around her feet

home delivery
our Thai left-overs
on the plastic plates

from yesterday
my haiku still pencilled
on the up-turned stone

shadowed river
a white canoe
bends the light

from a light sleep
my bed coloured-in
by the orange dawn

a mantelpiece rose
just to the right
its photograph

returned
the geese glide to
the sounds of the lake