Poem Category: Miscellaneous

clouds rush–
through a sky of orange
the sun set — sinks

composing the sound
held in water
the frog’s leap. Re: Basho’

slowly autumn–
the street Maples
clench their hands

mountain
the moon comes over
as snow

from the movie
a thousand rain drops
to the car park

the blue lakes stretch
to nothing
then the wild geese returning.

shower screen-
at my love drawing
her cute smile

red wheelbarrow
so much of the roses
in its horse dung

dung covered-
in the garden bed
the blush of roses

red wheelbarrow
on my climbing roses
its hosed-in dung