Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Swarming with stars
an unblinking Mars
alone pink.

No winter as cold
as those concrete seats
grandmother’s garden.

Thunder storm
how the rose petals cling
to the garden path.

Solo
following a pink light spot
the tall show girl.

A foggy lake
she dives in
still alone when she rises.

Snow sprinkles–
a plum afternoon
my stroll to the library.

Her holidays start
suddenly with the red suitcase
suddenly she’s gone.

In the chatter; the clatter
on her best china
mother’s friends.

Sunday’s alter
the candle for our sins
keeps blowing out.

Morning winds
all the yachts rocking
with their share of the swells.