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demolition site
the colors
of closet walls | tempslibres |
this spring's fragrance
were it a woman I'd
follow wherever | tempslibres |
sunlit helmet
the young soldier's eyes
invisible | tempslibres |
twilight—
a puff of smoke
from a passing train | tempslibres |
bayou moon—
the lingering scent
of cane whiskey | tempslibres |
ripened tomatoes—
the busy shadow
of my straw hat | tempslibres |
up
with the chickens—
bayou sun | tempslibres |
deep winter—
red beans one day
white beans the next | tempslibres |
winter stars—
moth carcasses dot
the window screen | tempslibres |
snowstorm—
another poem
too wordy | tempslibres |
stubbled fields—
a fresh coat of snow
on a rusted pickup | tempslibres |
winter wind—
he says my name
with a sigh | tempslibres |
full moon—
a swollen tick
on the sow’s ear | tempslibres |
washday gossip—
curtains flapping
in the breeze | tempslibres |
October moon—
the shadow of a cypress
dapples the headstones | tempslibres |
gibbous moon—
the swelling egg sac
of a wolf spider | tempslibres |
summer's end—
still a little croak left
in the bullfrog | tempslibres |
falling leaves—
she tells another lie
to cover the last | tempslibres |
pouring more coffee
into the cup—
rain on the bayou | tempslibres |
a face
in the nursing home window—
filigree moon | tempslibres |
heat shimmer—
sinking my teeth
into a peach | tempslibres |
detox center—
dry curling leaves
litter the doorway | tempslibres |
full moon—
the old dog’s howl
falls into a yawn | tempslibres |
falling leaves—
the cemetery
almost full | tempslibres |
autumn sunset—
one pumpkin
left in the field | tempslibres |
Sunday bells
the wide-open mouths
of sparrow hatchlings | tempslibres |
harvest moon—
an owl swoops
into a cornfield | tempslibres |
wildflower bouquet—
taking the ladybug
back outside | tempslibres |
rain on the bayou—
just enough moon to silver
the ripples | tempslibres |
anniversary—
a few weeds
in the rose bed | tempslibres |
summer winds—
pieces of moon
through the willow | tempslibres |
walking the old path
in secondhand shoes—
new moon | tempslibres |
the scent
of sun and rain—
first summer peach | tempslibres |
ripened tomatoes—
the last colour
of sunset | tempslibres |
leaden sky—
the weight
of the dead sparrow | tempslibres |
a whispering
among my kinfolk—
wind in the cypresses | tempslibres |
easing into
a glass of Merlot
moonlight through the pines | tempslibres |
cloud with thunder—
the way he says
"""whatever""" | tempslibres |
approaching storm—
the silence
between us | tempslibres |
seniors dance
the occasional rush
of cologne | tempslibres |
plunging a knife
into the watermelon—
the heat | tempslibres |
end of an affair—
the ligustrum tree
no longer in bloom | tempslibres |
mother’s day—
she wears her best apron
to wash the dishes | tempslibres |
windfall apple—
eye to eye with the worm
that found it first | tempslibres |
summer stars—
she tells a lie
without blinking | tempslibres |
moonbeams—
a clump of mushrooms
where the bird's buried | tempslibres |
summer haze—
mother's faded notes
for dewberry jam | tempslibres |
first blossoms—
three speckled eggs
in the wren’s nest | tempslibres |
spring rain
my tears fall for the nestling
the cat gifts me | tempslibres |
spring cold snap—
my garden spade turns up
half a worm | tempslibres |
moving day—
cottonwood seeds drift
past my window | tempslibres |
ripening cherries—
the cardinal's wife settles
deep in the nest | tempslibres |
wildflowers
the many voices
of a blue jay | tempslibres |
spring chill—
one kitten left
without a nipple | tempslibres |
ripening apples—
unable to button
my summer dress | tempslibres |
mile after mile
of corral fencing—
wind in the clover | tempslibres |
passing cloud—
her pause
before the lie | tempslibres |
scattered wind
fragments of conversation
drift from a pub | tempslibres |
spring buds—
the first batch of tadpoles
in the meadow pond | tempslibres |
long winding road
the length
of our quarrel | tempslibres |
spring storm—
a small blue feather
in the cat’s whiskers | tempslibres |
bedtime story—
scribbles of rain
across the window | tempslibres |
evening coffee—
wisps of fog rise
from the bayou | tempslibres |
the lilac in bud—
a cloud with storm in it
swells over the bay | tempslibres |
endless rain
without opening
a crocus falls | tempslibres |
partly cloudy—
I remember the face
but not the name | tempslibres |
whiskey moon—
a morning after
at the bottle’s end | tempslibres |
a lake
brimming with mountains—
trout ripple the sky | tempslibres |
bus window fog
the heart someone
left behind | tempslibres |
rusted gate
old lilacs blooming
for no one | tempslibres |
fly fishing
a rainbow arcs across
evening | tempslibres |
October wind
sweeping cobwebs
from the wood pile | tempslibres |
dusty knickknacks
mother's whole life
on one shelf | tempslibres |
fireworks gone
Orion's beauty remains
in the stillness | tempslibres |
gathering dusk
outside a quayside café
fishermen’s lines | tempslibres |
new home
she promises me the world
in a lilac tree | tempslibres |
ursa major
a plane's navigation lights
leave the system | tempslibres |
house clearance
room by room by room
my mother disappears | tempslibres |
rain on the river–
when does white become
its darkest colour -- | tempslibres |
Kirkstone Pass
a sheepdog gathers
its part of the world | tempslibres |
mistfall
the swansongs
of orb spiders | tempslibres |
dark news
the comfort
of crows | tempslibres |
hard frost-
the snail-hammerings
of a song thrush | tempslibres |
family home
the grain of the wood
enters his hands | tempslibres |
sleep disorder
the gas station lights
keep me company | tempslibres |
the half-truths
in a well-lit room
midnight's rain | tempslibres |
first morning
the marks of a moth
in old laundry | tempslibres |
a lamb's cry
scudding clouds over
the cemetery wall | tempslibres |
train whistle
a blackbird hops
along its notes | tempslibres |
the moon is broken
Battersea Power Station
from a train window | tempslibres |
Valentine's Day
my wife reads up
on Henry VIII | tempslibres |
zombie debt-
the practised slice
of a bread knife | tempslibres |
lullaby of rain
another pinch of saffron
in the pumpkin soup | tempslibres |
woodfire
flickering in the silence
corralled horses | tempslibres |
thunder snow
the wind-shifting scent
of fox | tempslibres |
Gare du Nord
the slow change of snow
on fake fur | tempslibres |
fighting illness-
the darkness before the light
of the new year | tempslibres |
bag of beer
snail trails leave it
from all directions | tempslibres |
sunday lunch
the chatter of children
among hard drinkers | tempslibres |
the night train passes
along the mountain trail
garlic snores | tempslibres |
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