Poem Category: Miscellaneous

The moon
the frost crackles
in a puddle of ice.

Startled
in the garden shed
last winter’s spider.

Autumn sunset
gaining height now
the last sight of wild geese.

Drawing the curtains
to stand in it
my vacation’s first dawn.

Greying bachelor
in the private jokes
of the bar girls.

Dumping waves
the force of the storm
we fled last night.

Loneliness
The moon departs
with the lake’s shine.

Summer garden
about a dozen glow worms
being the light.

Friday night is stormy
yet in our seance
the taps paint another world.

Novice nun
confessing
her sins have run out.