Poem Category: Miscellaneous

in the midday lake
we fish at times
a snow-topped mountain.

preserving peaches
how the halves slurp
into the vacuum jars.

The parson’s wife swears
the blonde’s hairs found on his coat
is known to their church.

Sculptor’s nude
polishing her finger
it suddenly breaks.

Wrapped chocolate box
the discounted price
catches her eye.

Retirement home
the sun room fades
into daydreams.

Wind in the corn
I whirl to the same rustle
the scarecrow has turned.

Summer afternoon
still pencilled on the stone
yesterday’s haiku.

Dark hallway
with a fruit bat giddy
at finding each corner square.

Garden pond
the frog slide silent
from the lily-pad.