Poem Category: Miscellaneous

a mantelpiece rose
just to the right
its photograph

returned
the geese glide to
the sounds of the lake

returned
the lake fills to
the sound of geese

from the bus home
a sunset
paints the clouds

first light
streaked by the lines
of migrating geese

red dragon wings…
his birthday kite
hugs the wind

dawn gathers
in the green of the trees
eyes open, blink

Empty school yard
just the rubbish-bin calls
from the crows.

Crowded bus
the tot showing the inspector
her rag-doll’s ticket.

comb
hairs
becoming
sparse