Poem Category: All

autumn leaves
out line me
on the park bench

midnight’s moment
five haiku breathe
from my fresh page

fresh lite snow
her front yard bike
before school

willows reflect
flying through and leaving
come, come again migrant geese!

across clearings
I feel no breeze stir
just the leaf sniffed by a fox

first date
I more and more know
her answers

watercolouring
should hold forever
this moonshine across the bay