Poem Category: Miscellaneous

summer horizon
the tumble-weeds
barely moving.

daughter’s visit
her gently raking
my autumn leaves.

mountain spring
from its lips of stone
the taste of earth.

well water
never able to ebb
with the pull of the moon.

winter moon
his graffiti tag drying
in the wind.

how moon-bright
the ice melt
held in stones.

first snow
crows shaking off
their mottled coats.

Bridge views
the lake in silence
pulled by the moon.

Waiting their turn
the quietness
of the string puppets.

Apple orchard
first light brightens
the hawk’s cold sleep.