Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Spring returns
down from timeless journeys
the gypsy geese.

Country roads
bending into the stars
our motor-bike lights.

late dusk
the swings to moon-glow
the swing and I.

cactus plants
daddy pruning
my needle stings.

coming home
your portrait hangs with
all his sketches of you.

bridge traffic
moving beyond me
the honk of the geese.

without a bucket
a well dropped
stone.

midday heat
out of the stone well
tastes of the earth.

winter’s end
the plum trees bloodied
in hail.

Forest breeze
the sudden affinity
of a shared breath.