Poem Category: All

high moon
the faces of sunflowers
turned in a breeze

high moon
reading her letter
my cigarette’s glow

high moon
side by side
a sea-snake in the driftwood

high moon
a fog laying over
our strawberry beds

high moon
the bag-lady’s old pram
turning round the corner

high moon
how charged is the confetti
in the church-yard wind

high moon
slamming the side gate
the wind in my head

high moon
putting the dog out
underclothes iced on the line

high moon
the rest of the henhouse
going the ways of a fox

high moon
how alert the frog pond
to the firefly’s light