Poem Category: Miscellaneous

beekeeper’s jars
changing the gold
of the light within.

preserving peaches
how the halves slurp
into the vacuum jars.

A cool winding road
you drive between peach orchards
with their ripe fruit airs.

Red traffic lights
the polished body
of the waiting hearse.

Aphis
suddenly on the roses
Spring ! ah ! Spring.

Retirement home
the sun room fades
into daydreams.

Wind in the corn
I whirl to the same rustle
the scarecrow has turned.

Summer afternoon
still pencilled on the stone
yesterday’s haiku.

House open
the realtor’s soft sell
in the bedroom’s silence.

And so ! tucked into bed
she asks for the story
her kitten likes too.