Poem Category: Spring

In sleep

the far barking dogs

that won‘t.

Sleep that won‘t

listening to the roof

creak with wind.

Flame trees

igniting autumn‘s need

to rake and burn.

Plumber‘s soil

left on the lawn

pecked by sparrows

Huddled under a tree …

after the lightning

our long walk home.

In the fish pond

no moon to float

the moth‘s flutter.

From the patio

the wind-chime‘s joy

spreads through the house.

Friend‘s party

a kiss for our love once

ivy on the wall.

Street cafe‘

my daughter and I talking

in a newspaper wind

The small boy‘s net

triumphant …

his dozen tadpoles.