Poem Category: Spring

Lifting mist
the shapes of dawn
in the mushroom field.

Limp sails
taking a day to find us
the afternoon swell.

In the hay barn
two hidden laughs turned to
by the owl.

in solitude
the streaks of the dolphins
guiding our boat.

Caterpillar
on every eaten branch
more sky.

All day alone
then lightning thunders
in the hills, in the echoes.

The day kissed by spring
sail boats on the river
a lot slower.

Flame trees
igniting autumn’s need
to rake and burn.

Morning web
all the hunger a moth leaves
fluttering past.

Cast off
in the Frangipani falls
a tiger snake skin.