Poem Category: Miscellaneous

potter‘s wheel

spinning the earth

from clay to vase

the snow‘s turning

of our back yard

— the bare branches

midnight

junk mail into the wind

into the streets

lips of foam

from the coffee cup

her good morning smile

the hour glass

releasing its sand

releasing its time

she is surprised

her birthday on Skype

— only one

hibiscus scents

on a Sunday afternoon

the thin white clouds

clouds in a breeze

the moon

tattoos the sea

dart of light

a firefly circles

the frog-pond mist

our taxi arrives…

her last sprinkle

to the goldfish