Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Wind in the corn
I whirl to the same rustle
the scarecrow has turned.

Summer afternoon
still pencilled on the stone
yesterday’s haiku.

Dark hallway
with a fruit bat giddy
at finding each corner square.

Garden pond
the frog slide silent
from the lily-pad.

Sensing winter
the flame trees also
litter the paths around them.

Spring begins–
spreading from the magpie
untried wings.

Clothes line – –
cormorants drying
outstretched wings.

Out of the windstorm
whistling
from the cave’s mouth.