Poem Category: All

Cocooned

the stones of the stream

becoming ice

All day alone

next door

their sunflower nods and nods

Interstate bus – –

the city lights pour

into puddles

Novice nun

confessing

her sins have run out

Laurel‘s moved in – –

now hers are the wet prints

from the shower screen

Harvest moon

the tom cats frozen

with snarls

The weekend‘s soaking…

her suds for a blanket

her bath for a bed

Winter snows…

tomato skins stretched

in the hot glass house

A raven caws…

the ways to the bird bath

under snow

Solitary…

grey moths circling

the wet streetlights