Poem Category: Miscellaneous

prey brings the wolves on
brings them baying on and on
in the white breathed cold

snow between the trees
he leaves moonlight
the scent of fox

fox at the tree line
rushing to nail
the hen-house door

distant thunder
bringing in the books for sale
then leaving some

Minaret
the prayed for glory
Sunset

border officers
will my taste for weed
also pass across

the wolves are huge
in their hunger
for the lives from others

walk to the park
an easy lift
onto grand-pop’s back

I’m home
on the wood bridge
snow flakes find my nose

morning snow
the layers
on her bike’s seat