Poem Category: Spring

island cruise
the anchor sinks
into swaying kelp.

All afternoon
the wind following
the scarecrow’s shadow.

Fog lifts
finding on the bus stop seat
fresh graffiti.

Two tree hill
how our names grow
in the heart.

Today she leaves home
a young dove flapping
her wings about.

Rain forest
in and out with its torch
the full moon.

Long grass
fresh mown…
the bamboo rake turning green.

Without a wing
circling in a breeze
the oxeye daisy.

Indian summer
another wave folding
moonlight in its sound.

Pelican family
stepping out of wings
to the shallow tide.