horizons
lure the geese
to the days beyond
Poem Category: All
3599
spring fogs
the ewes private
in birth
3598
cherry trees
the harvest rush
before rain
3597
sunset sinks
I can not paint
the remainder
3596
a small tear…
my pocket’s
front door key
3595
caravan park–
in the sea winds
the sun drowns
3594
after dawn
dodging spears of sunlight
in Dad’s old barn
3593
old dog from the park
the neighbours he knows
greeting
3592
crossing the river
I feel for
invisible stones
3591
full moon
pulling tiny seas
to rock pools
