Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Sculptor’s nude
polishing her finger
it suddenly breaks.

Retirement home
the sun room fades
into daydreams.

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.

Clothes line – –
cormorants drying
outstretched wings.

Meadow frost
the way it spends a year
away from the sea.

Sunday afternoon
giggling
her dog’s quick shake of its bath.

Stone path
the gold autumn leaves
shoe shuffle deep.