Poem Category: All

bewildered by smoke
he wakes with a yell
to red crackling breaths

lightning thumps and strikes
I don’t know what plans
makes This tree explode

his green eyed monster
hid and went stalking
till they drive home late

morning chorus
that shiny old crow
…. rasping

reading haiku
beside them
a perfectly small bug

the sun
in a mirror
returning the light

from the bone winter trees
the caw of a crow
departing

shattered near his leg
under a car tyre
the old man’s cane stick

blue with desert pools
the drought dry thin stock
he shoots through their eyes

in gull huddled winds
sand stings our eyes
our prints swept to sea