Poem Category: Miscellaneous

how composing
is the garden Buddha
cloaked in moonshine

the widower’s sports car
he waxes weekly…
the last one

autumn leaves burning
we play hide and seek
in grand-pop’s garden

jazz album
letting the vinyl track
past midnight

building a snowman
our neighbour’s clarinet
beneath the quiet

of smells re-called
grandpop’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