Poem Category: Miscellaneous

plastered leg
these magpie calls
healing my long winter

attic sunshine
all their school year things
they left to us

most
of the road curve
just a gathering of leaves

never a keen gardener
I tend the herb beds
she left me

afternoon swirls
the gathering snow
leaves our prints

school re-union
a remembered laugh
cracks the ice

before our jog
the Oaks stripped
by autumn winds

in the bay tides
only the moon goes with
the storm debris

the winter rains
circling in the street lights
small grey moths

ahead of us
a motel light
opens the fog