Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Her holidays start
suddenly with the red suitcase
suddenly she’s gone.

Snow sprinkles–
a plum afternoon
my stroll to the library.

A foggy lake
she dives in
still alone when she rises.

Solo
following a pink light spot
the tall show girl.

Thunder storm
how the rose petals cling
to the garden path.

No winter as cold
as those concrete seats
grandmother’s garden.

Swarming with stars
an unblinking Mars
alone pink.

Listening
no traffic trickles
through the front-yard hedge.

The weekend’s soaking
her suds for a blanket
her bath for a bed.

Train station
a friend’s goodbye
lets off stream.