Poem Category: Garden Sundial

Cliff face
the hawk heaves out to
the surface of air.

Beside the sundial
my arm under Laurel
cramped with sleep.

Sundial garden
winter tightens
the apple tree skins.

Your over-sea’s trip
I think of the shadows
moving over you.

Garden raspberries
enough in my cupped hands
for the family pie.

Sundial garden
the tom cats snarling
at midnight.

Garden sundial
the morning moves slowly
from its foggy start.

Garden sundial
in full moon
the turn to autumn silent.

Sundial garden
father’s peach tree
growing in his ashes.

Garden sundial
a breeze just as gentle
opens the monarch’s wings.