Archives: Poem Gallery

waterwheel
the creaks of the garden
rust over rust

threading
the bars of tree roots
a river Pike

walking to work
Autumn falls
on my shoulder

waterfall spray
Laurel’s fly away hair
in my face

the dawn moves
in long shadows
my shadow

ripe boysenberries
behind the leaves
a long reach

gentle
between clouds
migrant geese

dawn opens
my split dreams
with bird songs

moon on the snow
the scent a fox brings
to the breeze

last night’s argument–
I go over myself
in the shaving mirror