Poem Category: All

a full moon

clad in white

the stone nude

sepia photos

imagine me a young man

destroyed in his war

mountain spring

from its lips of stone

the taste of earth

pottery kiln

the cracked vase

showing my mistake

the blue lakes stretch

to nothing…

then the wild geese returning

man-made lake

the flicker of fireflies

stars

painting it morning

snow falls behind

the curtain lace

coming home

your portrait hangs with

all his sketches of you

express train

the newspapers following

fall quiet

our liaison

parking my car beside yours

in the moonlight