Poem Category: All

Such blinding heat

just the shrill of cicadas

out of the dry north winds.

The old couple

leaves raked

at autumn’s end.

At child’s end

she nurses

a bird from the road.

Interstate bus

near term she is settled

into both back seats.

Licking his whiskers

touched by them …

the cat’s sardines.

Old boxed letters

someone longing

in my mother’s voice.

Old rain forest …

down in the tall light

her ancient hidden potions.

Tiny silent stream

the salmon’s leap

from moon to moon.

Winter cabin

I roll the carrot rings

into our hot busy stew.

Spider’s sting

a life worth taking

the tiger moth.