Poem Category: Miscellaneous

dusk stealing
in small shadows
the mountain moves

Meadow frost
the way it spends a year
away from the sea.

Sunday afternoon
giggling
her dog’s quick shake of its bath.

In owl hoots
traces of fruit bats
across clouds on the moon.

Morning jog
turning up a collar
to the touch of frost.

Empty church yard
the way the wind sounds
inside confetti.

Winter sunset
the pink sky wrinkled
cloud by cloud.

Kitchen sink
drying the red skins
of our hot peach pie.

Vine-choked Temple
the breeze in one crack
whistles from another.

Moon white river
in the last train
almost home.