Poem Category: All

blackberries after lunch !!

the purple grin

showing her little white lie

on our town roofs

up to the hills

a glaring moon-face

night winds

a little bit of the tree

a raven’s space

Light circles out

perfectly

the swan’s soft landing.

the frost drips …

my mind on the lark

singing to dawn

airing father’s suit

our shadows

return the touch