Poem Category: All

toddler
finger by finger
stars on the pane

the raked leaves
untidy thoughts early…
our cold white wines

moving moonlight
the forest
falls in leaves

the last apple reached
enough weight
for our pie

Mum’s birthday
how our echoes linger
around the kitchen

snow fall night
I start dozing
with a new book

winter branches
floating in the moon
our tree house

cave drips
the echoes
up-side down with bats

Japanese gardens
embarrassed
I restore some gravel

magpie warbles
coming all over
a whitening fog