Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Custody week
she counts the panties
into her case.

In the park
the old dog smells
in and out of the shadows.

Grandparents
their marmalades spread
with the silence of the jar.

Too slow to move
the falling Pine slaps
at the axe-man’s face.

Coal-mine town
hearts throbbing
between the siren wails.

Ankle high leaves
gathered around the park bench
autumn blows.

Almost home
in the high cool country
our Pine scented street.

Powdering
over the cafe’ tables
windy Paris snow.

Thin mountain airs
letting the wedge-tail eagle
fall onto the dove.

Summer showers
a scatter of dragonflies
chasing mates.