Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Almost home
in the high cool country
our Pine scented street.

Powdering
over the cafe’ tables
windy Paris snow.

Thin mountain airs
letting the wedge-tail eagle
fall onto the dove.

Summer showers
a scatter of dragonflies
chasing mates.

Waterfall mists
giving the fairy ferns
their rainbow tears.

Her dance class tonight
such joy to utterly flirt
in these Latin rhythms.

No hint of surf
only the feel of quicksand
between the child’s toes.

Coins on the snow
how loved as she gropes
in school girl gloves.

Linen closet
between the blankets
last winter’s flu.

In frost
the hay-warm scarecrow
in his new red coat.