Poem Category: All

Busy corner

the mix of our shadows

in the rising sun

His face

in the sweet fall

of her hair

Rain-soaked mail

Laurel selects the one

hand written

Incense cloud

the priest raises the Cross

shaped by His nails

Kindergarten

she makes any crayon

her coloured sky

At drought‘s end

moonlight

from the spilling dam

Sunday‘s alter

the candle for our sins

keeps blowing out

Alone

as she likes it

bed and her romance novel

In the winter garden

curled in her lap

the piebald cat

Baby-sitting daughter

the scowl on her face

Saturday night