Poem Category: Miscellaneous

The funeral wreath
mixing with the others
before we grieve.

All set to rustle
the oak leaves corralled
by a rake.

Attic sun
the quietness of a doll
losing its face.

The roaring is found
sunlight in a waterfall
dissolving stones.

Old Labrador
leaving one small bark
at the hen-house door.

Moon white river
in the last train
almost home.

Vine-choked Temple
the breeze in one crack
whistles from another.

Kitchen sink
drying the red skins
of our hot peach pie.

Winter sunset
the pink sky wrinkled
cloud by cloud.

Empty church yard
the way the wind sounds
inside confetti.