hot bright day
clop clopping in the street
a policeman’s horse
Published by
Gillena Cox
Now retired from the Government service where I worked from 1968 to 2003. Born February 1950. I am married to Anthony Cox since 1971; we have two children - a daughter Yanda; and a son Khama. Writing poetry is my dearest hobby. I enjoy the aspect of abstraction in haiku. Beside my writing I spend quiet time reading and crocheting. I also enjoy a challenging game of Scrabble. I am a member of the World Haiku Club and some of my poems appears at World Haiku Review, my work can also be read at The Heron's Nest, In Buddha's Temple, Charnwood, Wordchimes, and poetry.com My poetry site is PatchWork, poetry for the whole family. View all posts by Gillena Cox
breakfast on the go
the street vendor
who knows me by name
just as bright —
cross the green field
duck and countless brood
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wonderfully strange, getting slow by rush hour traffic. my vision captures a mother leading her rather numerous piebald hatchlings, as though on parade to the world, cross this field of green splendor; where even the full blades of grass come in second, in number and beauty
Just last week I glimpsed two white geese (rather large)crossing (quite confidently) a busy intersection in Harvard Square (walking in the crosswalk with the appropriate “WALK” flashing)…
looking for the pond
with their webbed yellow feet
strolling city streets
so proud and confident
looking straight ahead
Harvard Book store on the right?
they went left instead
hot bright day
my shadow can’t
leave me alone
too hot for the cows on this 6th
day of july nineteen hundred and
twenty three. wiley led them back
to the barn just before noon. by
three o’clock it cooled down a tad.
after all was said and done, we
fried some chicken and had a nice
peach cobbler. everybody ate.
too hot for cows
a ballgame breaks out
in wiley’s pasture
bright day
the smell of manure and hay
while waiting for spring
no two snowflakes alike–
nor birds-of-a-feather