2827

mountain fogs
a motel
splits the night

2826

street light showers
the slow turns
of the white moths

2825

red dragon wings…
his birthday kite
hugs the wind

2824

nursing home
our mother’s bruise
pink with rouge

Poem 2109

dawn gathers
in the green of the trees
eyes open, blink

Poem 1622

Empty school yard
just the rubbish-bin calls
from the crows.

Poem 827

her strapless red dress
billows on the line…
our iced drinks

2769

Picnic.
full sun
on glass top lake
the laddered Pines,her hand
behind the boat,the lunch
spread on damp grass,the wine we drink
still cool

2768

Autumns.
come with
fallen gold leaves
the hearty soups,the greys
that stretch to days,the smells
walks bring in rain,the dews that shine
silk webs

Poem 402

Asking directions …
only the older workmen
in blue singlets speak.