Poem Category: Miscellaneous

A foggy lake
she dives in
still alone when she rises.

Snow sprinkles–
a plum afternoon
my stroll to the library.

Her holidays start
suddenly with the red suitcase
suddenly she’s gone.

In the chatter; the clatter
on her best china
mother’s friends.

Sunday’s alter
the candle for our sins
keeps blowing out.

Morning winds
all the yachts rocking
with their share of the swells.

Pouring a white wine
the way her bracelet charms
tinkle our glasses.

Rain puddles
the school boy running-in
his new shoes.

Hay barn
the hoot of an owl
in the lover’s silence.

Morning winds
from yacht to yacht
their roll in shared waves.