Poem Category: All

summer horizon

the tumble-weeds

barely moving

annual leave

one sunset seen

from beginning to end

geese returning

the feel of old books

read in the afternoons

annual leave

my slow warm love

of the afternoons

dentist rooms

watching sunlight..

fill the chairs

late dusk

the swings to moon-glow

the swing and I

nursing home

now father and I

leaning to each other

high dive

the boy leaps out to

the rush of water

wall of fog…

in the whiskey bottle

my Saturday night

the rustle of leaves

ploughing through autumn

the push bike and I