Poem Category: All

grandfather clock

the chimes

stirring my hair

spider sting

in the thrashing of the moth

its life-force

glass house —

the tomato scent

a moment years ago

cold back yard

our potted herbs

scent the moon

idle traffic

the leaves of the late autumn

passing by

guiding us

into safe harbour

buoy lights in the rain

the tenth reunion

trying to recall

other school faces

the sky‘s

squinting light

behind the eagle wings

grandfather clock

the child‘s eyes

squeezed with the chimes

parting the waters

to glide into rest

the geese‘s long journey