Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Tossed sleep
the passage of the moon
across the window.

Brand new house
our first sunset
falls silent.

Burning hotel
smoke on the water
too tall for the sky.

Buzzing
with chain saws
the rain forest splits.

Kindergarten
she makes any crayon
her coloured sky.

Mountain waterfall
the morning sun
distilled in it.

Wine festival
a few of the tourists
learning when to spit.

Fire side
the corn popping
its little surprises.

Showers return
hosiery on her line
crosses its legs.

Cathedral bells
their sounds so urgent
the cicadas will wait.