Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Oak leaves
into beauty
fall.

Playground
a wind returning their sand
under the swings.

Country town
train tracks leaving
the urge deep within.

Clouds mingle
soaking into the forest
the smell of leaves.

Another wave
again the lighted buoy’s
bell rings out.

In the garden breeze
my coffee alone
unsweetened.

Second hand book
a pencilled name
faint among the poems.

A tiger moth settles
the green
of the black cat’s eyes.

Train window
the way the single mother
keeps biting her nails.

Bay tide ebbs
just the usual pelicans
sifting near the shore.