Poem Category: Miscellaneous

sunset hour
the weight of a freight train
steaming to town.

book of moths
opened on the table
a windowed sun.

Deer hunting
in my gun-sights
the falls of autumn.

Train station
a friend’s goodbye
lets off stream.

The weekend’s soaking
her suds for a blanket
her bath for a bed.

Listening
no traffic trickles
through the front-yard hedge.

Swarming with stars
an unblinking Mars
alone pink.

No winter as cold
as those concrete seats
grandmother’s garden.

Thunder storm
how the rose petals cling
to the garden path.

Solo
following a pink light spot
the tall show girl.