Sunday, April 17, 2016

Morning delight (1983)

One morning I went down to my mini deserted, very mini bush. I checked the hut in case any wreckers had come. There is a little stream that treakles down. It glistened in the sun,... everything glistened. It was morning delight. Even the thrushes thought that. Every thing glistened in that sun.

Moons

Suburban beach

Standing on the beach where the
strong wind blew in the full moon
at one end, and the high rise ship
on brim tide at the other

The wind blows diagonally across my face
and the silver dollar moon beckons the lover in me.
I can’t tell if the ship is coming or going


Morning Moon

Low slung full moon
Soft orange, cloud shroud
Easy on the eye
Unlike his sun brother