Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Stone mason
in his thousand chips
the beginning of names.

alone in cabin fever
the snow melts and melts…
out of the cabin, still alone

a canoe rows
the moon river
tide keeps moving

adding her screams
screamed before her–
the ghost train

long dangling
threads of sun dew…
then the spider’s face

showing the breaths
shown by the frost
a jog through the park

clouds rush–
through a sky of orange
the sun set — sinks

composing the sound
held in water
the frog’s leap. Re: Basho’

slowly autumn–
the street Maples
clench their hands

mountain
the moon comes over
as snow