Poem Category: All

a delicate rain shower
past the wind-chime chimes
the bees in harvest

just before dinner
she plucks our herbs
from the window-sill pot

deep whale songs
all morning out here
the sea pitted with rain

those apples we picked
we picked together
this year who can save them?

the loneliness of clouds
he turns the door key again
to a long weekend

a three canon salute
smacks the breathing
from the steel cold air

a grey dawn frost
the six white horses
enduring as I pass

evening traffic passes
these green lemons hang
in the fairy fog

free hot soup and bread
me, with my bedding
under the bridge

journeying home
aboard ship
lost treasures from the deep