Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Old Labrador
leaving one small bark
at the hen-house door.

The roaring is found
sunlight in a waterfall
dissolving stones.

Attic sun
the quietness of a doll
losing its face.

All set to rustle
the oak leaves corralled
by a rake.

The funeral wreath
mixing with the others
before we grieve.

Evening stroll
the full moon
shouldered lightly.

Tumbling
over the waterfall
the moon white river.

Drying cement
the fun to their handprints
of adding the date.

Winter jog
the heart pulse
of a stranger’s hearse.

The fragrant candles
our dinner
small talked out.