Poem Category: All

After snow

our crushed-brick paths

treading quietly

After the downhill run

so much rests on the engine

finding its steam pounding throb

Coins on the snow

how loved as she gropes

in school girl gloves

A long horizon…

working on the same catch

the herring gulls

Winter is all bare

just the solitary jabs

from a woodpecker

Swooping hawk

the mother cat‘s

pink hiss

Empty school yard



just the rubbish-bin calls

from the crows

Another wave

again the lighted buoy‘s

bell rings out

Bathroom mist

after you

unsafe talcum across the tiles

My crime novel



geese cries returning

in the death throes of night