Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Raspberries
pink with the hailstones
oozing away.

A favourite song
still playing
with the radio, off.

Winter storm
night collects
behind father’s urn.

After school
grandfather behind
the to and fro of her swing.

Late night radio
the lace curtains blown in
as moonlight.

Harvest
a row of cabbage heads
pops out of the fog.

Midnight rain
the holes crows make
moving in the trees.

Winter morning
the inching of a snake
out to the sun.

Winter is all white
no sound
but the tin roof shrinking.

Camp winds
the stillness of the stars
above our flapping tent.