Poem Category: Miscellaneous

of smells recalled

grand-pop‘s raked and burning

piles of leaves

seaside jog

I follow the shapes

the dawn runs to

awake! drowning!

the pool of moonlight

through our bedroom pane

ancient caves

the bats sweep out to

their sounds of the night

winds turning autumn

in the rushes of litter

my daughter and I

jogging

on the long way home

a carpet of leaves

timber cabin

only the far far snow

making me write

open window

my clarinet solo

our to Saturday night

a shower shared

she smiles at the parts

as I name them