Poem Category: Miscellaneous

a fog rolls in
still enough of dawn
to walk to my bus stop

boathouse
slowly outwaiting
winter

summer starts–
geese from their fatherlands
GLIDE to our lake

a curtain billows–
the changes to my lie
pinking her cheeks

summer breaths—
the magnolias swaying
in the scented rain

autumn flames—
other backyards too
smoking before it rains

to greener pastures—
the still born curled
where the herd left it

the hours pass–
the fireside spits–
a winter night

drying winds
in a ribcage
left by the herd

trellis grapevine
its green…somehow hope
in her sickroom