Poem Category: Miscellaneous

in a sunbeam
I could not know
the moth so close

poker
my hand’s chance
to win the lot

the coffee pot boils–
I cannot join
my Zodiac stars

our coffees boil–
lost in the stars
the infinite

from the egg
its first cheeps
making the parents forage

jazz music
through the window
late summer heat

grey dawn
a drizzle of rain
the bird sings through

waterfall brook–
over smooth stones
the first light–colours

songs of dawn
the nestlings
don’t yet know

bird songs–
and we are both lighter
for our dreams