Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Apple orchard
first light brightens
the hawk’s cold sleep.

Serving the wedding cake out
so girly again
in her tight pink jeans.

Desert winds
wearing a different shape
the stone-age boulders.

Sunday morning
a storm dashed egg
in the pretty tot’s hand.

A grey day
then towards dusk
a snowfall from the white Pine.

Rendezvous
in the night fog
your car parked by mine.

Damp with cold
our noses touching
another new year.

Earring studs
I find the moon glitters
on her pillow.

In twilight
he taking
her breath in.

Sail board race
how the colours reflect
the afternoon’s spring.