Poem Category: All

Drying cement

the fun to their handprints

of adding the date

So much harvest rice

waits in the rain

for the red hand cart

In twilight

he taking

her breath in

Gift book

its next delight

the smell of flipped pages

Midnight clouds

a moon spot

steps off shore

Rocket by rocket

midnight burns

in the new year

Autumn dusk

the kitchen light deeper

into the garden

Grandmother‘s chair

her knitting needles clack

into the night

Sea snake

the moon follows its slither

along the beach

Drawing the curtains

to stand in it

my vacation‘s first dawn