Poem Category: Miscellaneous

telescope moon
the pitted craters
of the ancient plains

the tension between us
listening if her dreams
may set loose a name

Eggs on toast, coffee…
a nearly forgotten dream
coming to mind.

Full moon
crooning to the cattle
their favourite old tunes.

Paused in the parade,
the wheeze of the bagpipes
marching again.

Dusk stealing
in small shadows
the mountain moves.

Clouds rush
sunspots caught out
in the garden.

Wrapped chocolate box
the discounted price
catches her eye.

Wall of fog
ahead of us
tail lights disappearing.

The slow softening
under stones
a wet weekend.