Poem Category: All

winter wood shed

a mother cat‘s

mountain-lion hiss

a grey breeze

the Tulip cups

spilling some drizzle

warmed by stars

the owl‘s a mind

of mice holes

dinner for two

whispering

Laurel‘s orange dress

sometime between the quakes

the cheval mirror

cracked to mirrors

grandma‘s garden

our shadows moving

to touch and talk

the praying Mantis

so stiff

in its praise to dawn

potter‘s wheel

spinning the earth

from clay to vase

the snow‘s turning

of our back yard

— the bare branches

midnight

junk mail into the wind

into the streets