Poem Category: Spring

Rain forest
slime over-slimes
the autumn leaves.

New year turns
I blow the first note
for our clarinet trio.

Huddled under a tree …
after the lightning
our long walk home.

Carved heart still there…
the hollow sounds
from the tree’s core.

Bush walk
all this time lost
sitting by a waterfall.

Sunday in the park
the kite’s dragon eyes
tilting at heaven.

A magpie calls
the misty orange dawn
behind him.

Garden Buddha
the cat snarls explode
in the loose gravel.

Brushing the sky
a moth enters the fall
of oak leaves.

In the cascade
a tiny waterfall
without its sound.