Poem Category: In the Mirror

In the mirror
the grandfather clock
turning its hands back.

In the mirror
crossing our old house
to the verandah where I slept.

In the mirror
the chandelier lighting
its own small room.

Dawn lifts
enough light to mirror
racing canoes.

Home visit
looking for that country
mirrored in my mind.

Bedroom mirror
our dust too
glitters in the sun.

Laurel leaves the room
a single rose stem
against the mirror.

In the dam’s mirror
migrating geese cry out
where the houses were.

Holiday resort
sunburns in the mirror
sending Laurel home.

Father’s old razor …
the cut’s bright blood
in my bathroom mirror.