Poem Category: Spring

Barely awake
without any thought
the singing dawn.

Shadowing
a ring of sunlight
the birding cat.

Swan lake
the line of cygnets
in a mother’s wake.

Tattoo
painting into the skin
her youth.

The eagle circles
small bits of sunlight
falling from him.

last orange rays
the smoke of a cruise ship
in the sea of stars.

Lover’s look-out
the pulse of their city
under lights.

My need to rest
ignores the rot
of the fallen Pine.

Under glass
finding in the puddles
rose petals in frost.

Wet weekend
a snail slides itself
to the front door bell.