Poem Category: Miscellaneous

the scarecrow turns
on the horizon
a sliver of the moon.

kitchen calendar
our coloured-in birthdays
ticked off.

A brew of coffee
letting me sit
alone with winter.

Old man’s books
his pages turned
to paper lice.

Heaven high
a wedge of geese turns out
of the dawn.

Monday fog
the girl at the bus stop
with a daisy in her hair.

Outdoor concert
a wind swaying
the wildflowers.

Russet street
I remove the chimes-damper
from the grandfather clock.

Retired dancer
opening
her red curtains.

Rocket by rocket
midnight burns
in the new year.