Poem Category: Miscellaneous

A rock climb
brushing my shadow
the tumble of a stone.

Vacuum bottles
the slurp of cooked peaches
spilling warm and sweet.

Grandmother talking softly
her tea-pot’s coloured
old and knitted cosy.

Nearly midnight
the brief case stealing
the bus driver’s eyes.

Hospital bed
on my return from the tunnel
of enfolding white light.

The white rose
bending with snow
suddenly yellow.

Autumn starts
everything in the garden
that can rustle.

Beauty parlour
the sound of the nail file
shaping her past.

Homeless man
following him around
the windy corner.

Camp winds
the stillness of the stars
above our flapping tent.