Poem Category: All

Bubbling the bridge’s

shady river

brown polished stones.

It happened last night

grape vine just old enough

pregnant with buds.

Where clouds would be…

taking a while to leave

my envy of the wild geese.

Hang glider

swirling out of the sun…

the child’s eyes follow.

Splattering bird-bath

they ignore the woman’s stance

bent to enjoy them.

Playful !! maybe not

in and out of the pond’s reeds

dragonflies.

Winter’s last

gentled by the bleat

of spring lambs.

Frozen lizard’s

crawl to the sun

thawing her , thawing her.

The sheep mob nibbles…

a mother dumps her new toy

and inspects it.