Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Autumn sunset
gaining height now
the last sight of wild geese.

Drawing the curtains
to stand in it
my vacation’s first dawn.

Greying bachelor
in the private jokes
of the bar girls.

Dumping waves
the force of the storm
we fled last night.

Loneliness
The moon departs
with the lake’s shine.

Summer garden
about a dozen glow worms
being the light.

Friday night is stormy
yet in our seance
the taps paint another world.

Novice nun
confessing
her sins have run out.

Morning star
the first light
becomes the blue.

The romances gone,
our surprise
in the book sale.