by Joan McNerney
A cup of coffee
warm fat pancakes bubbling up
my haiku breakfast.
…
Try to catch the wind.
Count the ripples in the sea.
Become a child again.
…
Shy autumnal bird
did you brush against the moon
to get that pale down?
…
Winds sway maple trees
leaves drop like butterflies
falling to the warm earth.
…
What discus player
threw a tangerine moon on
top of Fourteenth Street?
Listen to: Autumn Poetry by Joan McNerney
{ 2 comments… read them below or add one }
Joan,
These are lovely evocations.
First cup of coffee: one of the simple pleasures, as in…
awake? if so, joy
cinnamon toast and coffee
morning in bed
the birds at my home, also shy, as in…
birds atwitter
at the slap of a screen door
Brunswick stew simmering
THANK YOU for your fall poems.
Amicus poeticae,
Neal
Thank you Neal!