Poem Category: Spring

Moonlit walk …
in the strands of your hair
spider threads.

The tip-toe tot
now knowing
roses make her sneeze.

Street cafe’
my daughter and I talking
in a newspaper wind.

Sunset on the sea
little specks of geese
as souls migrate.

Rustled garden
clouds corral
the sunspots.

Ebbing with
the tides of sleep
Sunday lay-in.

Express trains
the thinness of the weeds
in the platform cracks.

Sudden red light
the wail of an ice-cream
hitting the car floor.

Becoming alive
the painted eyes
on his birthday kite.

Spilling its seeds
to the urge of spring
jacaranda husks.