Poem Category: Miscellaneous

hearing the night
sousing with winter
in the downpipes.

temple Buddha
yet I think if most stirs me
is the lake’s silent mist.

if well waters
shimmer
curved by the moon’s pull?

darkening winds
the summer canola
everywhere unzipped

scent on the wind
in the honeysuckles
my summer’s doze.

in our frying pan
the trout’s rainbow
melts into butter

the sky’s
squinting light
behind the eagle wings

grandfather clock
the chid’s eyes
squeezed with the chimes

parting the waters
to glide into rest
the geese’s long journey

mantelpiece
all our photographs together
before that divorce