Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Sunset trees
a cabbage moth ‘almost’ lost
in the gold of autumn leaves.

the long rains end
all over my guitar
unfamiliar notes.

the wide white mountain
then in whose dream
a snow leopard.

the moth flutters
between us
touching a window pane.

death of my father
our fishing spot
still under the willows.

annual leave
another sunset seen
from beginning to end.

geese returning
the feel of old books
read in the afternoons.

nursing home
now father and I
leaning to each other.

stone stairs
choosing where I step
on the fallen leaves.

star guided
the wild geese forsaking
their fatherlands.