Poem Category: Miscellaneous

The Sunday carved roast
from father’s bedroom
his shuffling slippers.

Un-rented house
the autumn change too
hovers in its trees.

The storm lulls, wakes
I feel the pattern
over my sleep.

Meteor passing
a sign the earth
is still of the stars.

Circus
in the ghost train ride
her hummingbird hands.

So much harvest rice
waits in the rain
for the red hand cart.

Winter sleet
off the white highway
towns in the frost.

Hacienda heat
she brings us thin sliced figs
on a frozen white plate.

Grandmother’s wake
her faded gold band
loose on my finger.

Shown to the moon
new born first born
turning in my arms.