Poem Category: Miscellaneous

apples
suns pulling on
the earth’s sweet water

apples
utterly composed
by moisture

sounds of summer
a bull roars out to
the stings of flies

autumn starts
the rustle of leaves
into slime in the pond

dog
barked holes
all night

a fog rolls in
still enough of dawn
to walk to my bus stop

boat house
slowly out-waiting
winter

a curtain billows–
the changes to my lie
pinking her cheeks

autumn flames–
other backyards too
smoking before it rains

greener pastures–
the still born curled
where the herd left it