Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Furniture restore
new wood under
the old brown paint.

The fragrant candles
our dinner
small talked out.

Winter jog
the heart pulse
of a stranger’s hearse.

Drying cement
the fun to their handprints
of adding the date.

Tumbling
over the waterfall
the moon white river.

Evening stroll
the full moon
shouldered lightly.

The funeral wreath
mixing with the others
before we grieve.

All set to rustle
the oak leaves corralled
by a rake.

Attic sun
the quietness of a doll
losing its face.

The roaring is found
sunlight in a waterfall
dissolving stones.