Poem Category: Miscellaneous

high dive

the boy leaps out to

the rush of water

wall of fog…

in the whiskey bottle

my Saturday night

the rustle of leaves

ploughing through autumn

the push bike and I

losing the sunset

still the fragrance

of the Frangipani

sea breeze

a wing filled

to raise the gull

changing my view

of the puddle

lightning

beekeeper‘s jars

the light changing

all the gold within

stone stairs

choosing where I step

on the fallen leaves

right where I stand

the caressing fall

of the Maples

daughter‘s visit

her gently raking

my autumn leaves