Poem Category: All

Reading Wordsworth

the whole back yard

in autumn leaves

Startled

in the garden shed

last winter‘s spider

Burning hotel

smoke on the water

too tall for the sky

Autumn starts

everything in the garden

that can rustle

Her holidays start

suddenly with the red suitcase

suddenly she‘s gone

Crematorium…

a fine grey dust

wiped from the chairs

Art class

the sound as students

paint outside of it

Grandfather clock

chimes tingling

the tot‘s covered ears

The funeral wreath

mixing with the others

before we grieve

Grandmother‘s wake

her faded gold band

loose on my finger