Poem Category: All

late afternoon waves
on the red skyline
till the Sun sinks

a blue moon at home
the promise long made
to taste this farm peaxh

a half moon rises
in the steel bridge frame
no cars blink

an orange Sunset
the last magpie call
on top of the woods

gentle autumn Sun
the sounds a breeze gets
stirring a leaf pile

a club night out
our awaited high C
from the jazz trio

a sliver of moon
the harvest ripe
rustling corns

the opening of stars
our campfire’s smoke
rise to the silence

murmuring rain
the horses’
draped manes and tails

burnt out house
grumbles of the bob cat’s work
on a cold grey day