Poem Category: All

our dogs bring scents
of their morning run
seaweed beach

new curtains
out to their necks
in spring breezes

neighbour
his age past worried
with gardening

saying nothing
of the sunset fire
until it finally dies

in the breath of trees
a dawn’s orange glow
becoming blue

dirty underfoot
the puddle
mirrors some roses

waterwheel
the creaks of the garden
rust over rust

threading
the bars of tree roots
a river Pike

walking to work
Autumn falls
on my shoulder

waterfall spray
Laurel’s fly away hair
on my face