Poem Category: Miscellaneous

the moth flutters
between us
touching a window pane.

death of my father
our fishing spot
still under the willows.

annual leave
another sunset seen
from beginning to end.

geese returning
the feel of old books
read in the afternoons.

nursing home
now father and I
leaning to each other.

stone stairs
choosing where I step
on the fallen leaves.

star guided
the wild geese forsaking
their fatherlands.

a rising dawn
woodlands breed life
from the shadows.

a transient moon
the well waters lay darkly
in stillness.

well water
our town-folk’s habit
of dropping a stone.