Poem Category: Spring

last orange rays
the smoke of a cruise ship
in the sea of stars.

The eagle circles
small bits of sunlight
falling from him.

Tattoo
painting into the skin
her youth.

Swan lake
the line of cygnets
in a mother’s wake.

Shadowing
a ring of sunlight
the birding cat.

Barely awake
without any thought
the singing dawn.

Drenched mail-box
a snail slimes
even the hand-written.

Flipping
through travel brochures
the bus-stop winds.

ploughing home
a windjammer
spray after spray.

Grey dawn
so heavy the fog drains
out of tulip cups.