Poem Category: Miscellaneous

boat house
slowly out-waiting
winter

a curtain billows–
the changes to my lie
pinking her cheeks

autumn flames–
other backyards too
smoking before it rains

greener pastures–
the still born curled
where the herd left it

the hours pass–
the fire side spits–
a winter night–

drying winds
in a rib-cage
left by the herd

trellis grapevine
its green… somehow hope
in her sick room

behind the restaurant
the bin cats…
an old fight

school park
the increasing pitch
in squeals and swings

thunder
clouds rushing
the summer showers