Poem Category: All

Christmas dinner

the lime ice-cream finding

grandfather‘s new shirt.

Taxi horn

in a moment she‘ll turn

in the hall to leave.

Fire works

shortening his chain

the guard dog‘s fear.

Beyond the mower‘s edge

leaning back

the daffodils.

Sunday lay-in…

the corner spider

now with dots of her young.

Dentist…

a cry too quickly muffled

behind the glass door.

Her front step swept…

recycling themselves

the crushed brown ants.

Village hall

first night dampens

the girl‘s violin.

Lily pad

in the frog‘s eye

the dragonfly‘s measure.

Home alone

gluing mother‘s vase

he says a little prayer.