Poem Category: Spring

Empty park
letting the storm
onto the swings.

Buried pet …
a new puppy stirs
in her cradled arms.

Earthy dew
sprinkled with the crowd
of mushroom heads.

Afternoon tea…
the sips of honey-eaters
in the tulip cups.

without a surf
the ocean fizzles out
to my feet.

Nursing home
our fishing day out
yet father always leads.

Grey dawn …
if magpies dream
their calls late this morning.

Dawn rising
the frailty of Venus
on the window alone.

In sleep
the far barking dogs
that won’t.

Homing pigeons
finding holes
out of the storm.