Poem Category: Spring

Flipping
through travel brochures
the bus-stop winds.

Drenched mail-box
a snail slimes
even the hand-written.

Barely awake
without any thought
the singing dawn.

Shadowing
a ring of sunlight
the birding cat.

Swan lake
the line of cygnets
in a mother’s wake.

Tattoo
painting into the skin
her youth.

The eagle circles
small bits of sunlight
falling from him.

last orange rays
the smoke of a cruise ship
in the sea of stars.

Lover’s look-out
the pulse of their city
under lights.

My need to rest
ignores the rot
of the fallen Pine.