Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Old Labrador
leaving one small bark
at the hen-house door.

Moon white river
in the last train
almost home.

Vine-choked Temple
the breeze in one crack
whistles from another.

Kitchen sink
drying the red skins
of our hot peach pie.

Winter sunset
the pink sky wrinkled
cloud by cloud.

Empty church yard
the way the wind sounds
inside confetti.

Morning jog
turning up a collar
to the touch of frost.

In owl hoots
traces of fruit bats
across clouds on the moon.

French windows
the rose-petal breeze
following Laurel inside.

In the kiln
firing the thoughts
I shaped for the vase.