Poem Category: Miscellaneous

no words for it…
such white roses with a dove
cooing in the last light

sweating hands
from a dark dream
no parts real

alone up-hill
a stray dog at heel
… while it pleases

greener pastures
a colt struggles
to mum’s nipples

bowl of strawberries
some haiku
passing my lips

dreams
composed
of silence

choir practice
through the lead light window
a flawed sunset

duck pond
the bread an old girl takes
to bring them

strawberries
our after-lunch picked
from Mum’s clay pots

forest edge
a lone axe lightens
the shadows