Poem Category: All

Moon clouds

moving with the rustle

of the harvest corn

Black pond

a frog leaps into

the litter of stars
Re: Basho’

Fair grounds

from police to the cola can

the lost child‘s stare

Kitchen sink

drying… the red skins

of our hot peach pie

Ankle high leaves

gathered around the park bench

autumn blows

Family reunion

our stories growing bolder

in mother‘s kitchen

Storm ends

the starfish releasing

each other‘s fingers

Country road

between skeletons of Pines

the winter puddles

Pointing for the child

along my arm

the Southern Cross

Our Sunday‘s roast…

father first winding

the grandfather clock