Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Autumn starts
everything in the garden
that can rustle.

Beauty parlour
the sound of the nail file
shaping her past.

Homeless man
following him around
the windy corner.

Camp winds
the stillness of the stars
above our flapping tent.

Winter is all white
no sound
but the tin roof shrinking.

Winter morning
the inching of a snake
out to the sun.

Midnight rain
the holes crows make
moving in the trees.

Harvest
a row of cabbage heads
pops out of the fog.

Late night radio
the lace curtains blown in
as moonlight.

Old school rooms
the little sound of a boy
attending quietly.