Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Peach orchard

picking the ravages of the hail

that taste as sweet

After the movie

a park bench bearing fruit

… a small red apple

Winter sunset

the pink sky wrinkled

cloud by cloud

Almost home

in the high cool country

our Pine scented street

Zen garden…

the bonsai too drawing

its first spring sap

Passing fruit bat

the moon in a birdbath

bringing her near

Prison walls…

the silence given

to falling snow

Cafe‘ breakfast…

stirring around sunrise

the autumn winds

Emerging sun

letting the sail board race

paint the lake

Sunday morning

a tiger moth in danger

of my mower blades