Poem Category: Spring

Grandfather clock strikes
the moonlight moves
into the attic.

Emptying the nest …
hovering for a moment
the downy chick.

Paris cafe’s
empty umbrellas
spilling the rain.

Cold winds
jerking at the weight
on my dragon kite.

Wedding photographer
gathers us in the wind
about the church yard.

Fatherlands
the gypsy geese’s
touch-down again.

Orchard
closing wounds after the hail
the ooze of peaches.

Peach orchard
on father’s shoulders
she picks the first fruit.

Hovering above …
a carp treads water
under the dragonfly.

Alone again
the shapes in the tea leaves
foretelling her.