high moon
my children
sniff the garden herbs
Poem 5482
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Poem 5480
high moon
icicles drip
the release of winter
Poem 5478
high moon
sparkled with dew
my little pots of bonsai
Poem 5475
cold back yard
our potted herbs
scent the rain
Poem 1332
Picnic with Laurel
touching her smooth skin she smiled
at my seemed folly.
Poem 722
Dawn rises
magpie songs unite
the Gum trees.
Poem 5466
high moon
the dart of squirrels
to the kid’s treehouse
Poem 5464
high moon
on the pollen sparkles
of an after-rain
Poem 5461
airing father’s suit
our shadows
return the touch
Poem 5459
the soft twinkle
of moonshine
our watered lawn