Poem Category: Miscellaneous

visiting my old folks
working the rust off
their garden tools

sunlit barn
a filly
snorts in the bran

lucky fountain
the wish is invisible
on the coin she throws

loneliness
in our mother’s house
she keeps on hoarding

blankets of rain
inside the glass door
honey-tea for my cold

leaves across the roof
only the fire side
lighting my novel

plastered leg
these magpie calls
healing the long winter

attic sunshine
all their school-year things
they left to us

most
of the road curve
just a gathering of leaves

never a keen gardener
I tend the herb beds
she left me