Poem Category: All

falls and rustle
the backyard struggles
with autumn

frangipani street
under my nose
under my feet

a class of bonsai
I won’t know
what the silence brings

phone texted
the daughter’s divorce
she’s bringing home

conversation ends
in
the log fire

from the attic
so many neighbours
searched by the moon

under the window
my rose the winds have yearned for
fights with a strong heart

coloured balloons
her birthday voices
for party friends

to start the picnic
the sun a boat we row in
your wind full blouse… loose

autumn leaves–
herding a cat
with a rake