Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Magazines down
on our crunching stone path
late guests.

Stooped to stones
rubbing their dank soils
from a thousand years.

Balcony breakfast
we watch the park glow with dawn
beside her packed bags.

moon glow
with Venus nearby
guiding the lover’s touch.

poker night wins
leaving the city
as it wakes.

a floating mist
first light spreads into
the whiteness.

wind whispers
in the stone well-water
glimmer of the moon.

one wind pile
after another
of crinkling leaves.

the gap in her smile
one more bedside story
before the tooth fairy .

our canoe rows past
horses sip the river
one at a time.