Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Lily pad
also green with dawn
the old frog.

A priest
sits
at the end of sins.

The cricket chirps–
trapped in the curtains
another breeze.

Dusk darkens
the quickening of bus stops
approaching home.

Paused in the parade,
the wheeze of the bagpipes
marching again.

Winter snows
tomato skins stretched
in the hot glass house.

Clouds weep
the night fragmented
to street puddles.

Broken sleep
the mosquito whines
one cheek not the other.

beekeeper’s shed
jars of gold
highlighting the sun.

a winter storms
the bobbing of daffodils
under the downpipes.