Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Sunday lay-in
lashings of a storm
on the French doors.

Gift book
its next delight
the smell of flipped pages.

Eyes open
the window mannequin
beside her pile of clothes.

Tides returning
the mirror of a rock pool
beneath the moon.

Mountain hike
bees show the way
into wildflowers.

Plastic bags
kiting in the wind
the autumn brings.

Half through
concerto
the Steinway in lights.

Breathless heat
all the night tossed
dream to dream.

Kitchen lights on – –
the spider’s moth
fights harder.

our canoe rows past
horses sip the river
one at a time.