Midnight swim
in the dunes between beer bottles
our summer clothes.

saying nothing
of the sunset fire
until it finally dies

Sunset stretches
our shadows
caught underfoot.

free from the earth
the butter-pan sizzles
of our mushrooms

what settles us down
sweet sixteen daughter
switching the porch light off

Aegean moon
our cruise ship following
with party lights.

the river forks
from the left hand side
honking calls of the geese

Sundial garden
composing silence
after the cat fight.

Winter outside
the glass-house tomatoes
and I perspire.

twilight fades
feeling insomnia
begin to worry

the kiln cools
the vase and I waiting
to break the mould.

Kitchen sink
drying the red skins
of our hot peach pie.