Poem Category: Spring

Dots in the dawn
pelican following pelican
to the clear blue lake.

Beach party
waves still rolling in
from the stars.

Sleep that won’t
listening to the roof
creak with wind.

Sensing home
pigeons together
through the storm.

I find they glow more
at twilight
the white roses.

Her pink nursery …
opening in the garden
tender new buds.

deep water green
shared from my phone
dolphins in the swells.

Dusk comes …
straps-off-her-shoulders heat
in the rattling fan.

Cast off
in the Frangipani falls
a tiger snake skin.

Morning web
all the hunger a moth leaves
fluttering past.