Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Ape bellows
his mate steps from the bushes
suckling their babe.

Beyond the verandah
blinding rain reaching in
for a handful.

Rain drizzles
clouds parting at times
for the moon’s aura.

Attic sun
a paleness comes to the doll
each afternoon.

Summer afternoon
just before iced teas
the cicadas start.

Late train home
street lights disappear
into autumn fog.

Along the coast road
sunrise sweeps
from wave to wave.

Aphis
suddenly on the roses
Spring ! ah ! Spring.

Red traffic lights
the polished body
of the waiting hearse.

A cool winding road
you drive between peach orchards
with their ripe fruit airs.