Poem Category: All

Maples down our street

one keeping two

gold autumn leaves

River‘s edge

the snake a stick

in the crescent moon

On the orange sea

sunset

sliced by the horizon

Office meeting…

berated by her boss

with a pimple on his nose

Temple ruins…

a wind crossing the stones

with whistles

A tiger moth settles…

the green

of the black cat‘s eyes

Await my atoms

to be buried whole at sea

with waves to become

Ice-cream parlour…

a passing school girl‘s

sudden pirouette

In today‘s picked flowers

a thorn

has found my blood

A favourite song

still playing

with the radio, off