Poem Category: Garden Sundial

Garden sundial
the morning moves slowly
from its foggy start.

Sundial garden
the tom cats snarling
at midnight.

Garden raspberries
enough in my cupped hands
for the family pie.

Your over-sea’s trip
I think in shadows
moving over you.

Sundial garden
winter tightens
the apple tree skins.

Beside the sundial
my arm under Laurel
cramped with sleep.

Cliff face
the hawk heaves out to
the surface of air.

Garden sundial
a moment taken
by the shadow of a bird.

Sundial garden
the loudest sound
the twigs I snap.

Gathering storm
the sundial pitched
between black and light.