Poem Category: All

autumn turns

a leaf abandoned

to the windy web

scent on the wind

in the honeysuckles

my summer‘s doze

midday heat

out of the stone well

tastes of the earth

retching waves

Laurel sifts the debris

a piece at a time

late night jazz

in saxophone notes

my whiskey on ice

fizzing up the sand

toe to toe

the faintest surf

sunset streets

so fragrant the honeysuckles

halt my jog

in salt-pan smells

dragonflies mate

along the breeze

book of moths

opened on the table

a windowed sun

book of insects

a cricket‘s mate calls

under the floor boards