Poem Category: Miscellaneous

in the time it takes
the seeds must find
the answer

even walks to school
across the park
on the crunches of autumn

streaks of dawn
on a reed in frost the butterfly
knows no beauty

Blockbuster…
quieter
in the credits

window breaths
the tot nearly fingers
a tree of stars

before joggers…
sandpipers chasing waves
to a retreat

the theatre cleaner
rubs over
last night’s applause

out of school
the same hail dents
in Mum’s old car

Zen garden…
Buddha
where all the paths meet

in the Koi pond
the perishing food
of leaves