Poem Category: Miscellaneous

sunset streets
so fragrant the honeysuckles
halt my jog.

harvest moon
the humming of a stone well
in the wind.

fireflies
their jazz in moonlight
around my face.

strolling alone
the hearts a moon squeezes
between the rose leaves.

sunset glory
the gold Minaret calling
a final praise
.

darkening ‘
the end of a summer
the geese left behind.

the rustle of leaves
ploughing through autumn
the push bike and I.

Its flesh bites my knife
the boar’s Heaven rending squeals
to remain a pig.

Picnics with Laurel
of youth, the canoes
of the wild blackberries picked with purple hands.

City outskirts
less brightness now
on leaving the stars.