Poem Category: Spring

Flame trees
igniting autumn’s need
to rake and burn.

The day kissed by spring
sail boats on the river
a lot slower.

All day alone
then lightning thunders
in the hills, in the echoes.

Caterpillar
on every eaten branch
more sky.

in solitude
the streaks of the dolphins
guiding our boat.

In the hay barn
two hidden laughs turned to
by the owl.

Limp sails
taking a day to find us
the afternoon swell.

Lifting mist
the shapes of dawn
in the mushroom field.

Plumber’s soil
left on the lawn
pecked by sparrows.

Pouring out the joy
of a cool white wine–
river picnic.