Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Low tide
exposing the underarm odour
of the sea.

New teacher
this year how my violin
has sweetened.

White frost
remaining below
the speckled mushrooms.

Jealous quarrel
a bruised apple turned
in the fruit bowl.

Temple ruins
a wind crossing the stones
with whistles.

School days
until the trot home
on my old grey mare.

Un-blessed wines
how the cabernet lingers
with the priest.

Swooping hawk
the mother cat’s
pink hiss.

Park bench
under a cicada
One of us listens,just one of us.

Wet long-weekend
only the smallest stones dry
Tuesday morning.