Poem Category: All

one of many neighs…

and in a far field

the mare and her foal

sunset spreads –

between swans on the scarlet

a sail boat – turns

she waits !

in the rush of breakfasts

her school lunch – packed

the storm left –

to the hill of stones

a brook – babbling

dawn rainbow

in the city of lights

the rain smells – rise

between towns –

in the rear-view mirror

a headlight –glares

her age –

through our rush of breakfast

her wrinkled blue eyes

her shower scent

through the rush of breakfast

Laurel – leaves

road kill-

in feasts of blackness

the ravens – caw

cracked path

home late

how often I’ve stumbled