Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Waterfront cafe’
drawing to the horizon
both full moons.

After snow
our crushed-brick paths
treading quietly.

Dusk stealing
small shadows
the mountain moves.

Meadow frost
the way it spends a year
away from the sea.

Sunday afternoon
giggling
her dog’s quick shake of its bath.

Stone path
the gold autumn leaves
shoe shuffle deep.

A dawn breeze stirs
into the fish pond
a leaf lets the moon.

Sky dive
every fear at the door
coming together.

After the movie
a park bench bearing fruit
a small red apple.

Fair grounds
from police to the cola can
the lost child’s stare.