Poem Category: Spring

From the patio
the wind-chime’s joy
spreads through the house.

Merging circles
a trout leaps moonshine
around the lake.

First light
smelling a pursuit
the stallion turns to fear.

Foster home
the nine wood steps
still creaking.

The tide ebbs,
to feel it leaving
neck high in horse-shoe bay.

Spring clean
the rag’s bag dragged
from room to room.

In the cascade
a tiny waterfall
without its sound.

Brushing the sky
a moth enters the fall
of oak leaves.

Garden Buddha
the cat snarls explode
in the loose gravel.