Poem Category: All

whitening away
all morning, but wait
the fog lifts!

Sunset cruise
leaning over waves of dolphins
heading out

cabin door
a tea mug warms
being alone

the jazz trio
our table for two’s
one request

river picnic
our shouts falling
from the rope swing

campfire smells
I draw my daughter
her Zodiac stars

ladder up
to Mum’s attic…
my nearly full youth

holiday resort
my scotch at Sunset
dances in the ice