the mother
at her son’s open grave
a falling scarf

lighthouse
they marry on the edge
of a cliff

a small girl runs
through drifting apple blossoms
red parrots

unstable cliffs
he pulls his daughter away
from the ice-cream van

angry words
a small maple leaf follows
us inside

not trying to be funny they laugh anyway agapanthus

slow moving river
the man’s cigarette ash
drops onto a steak

I listen to the cricket
swinging door

my comb also
has missing teeth
the sunset looms

my heart beats
just for you
thunderstorm

our toddler
hugs the black hen
bare trees

a toddler’s
handful of notes
new piano

a cloud
in the shape of a house
homeless man

morning fog
on my brother’s grave
a frozen wreath

long kiss
Jupiter moves closer
to the moon

fallen rocks…
the eel glides under
a duck

camp fire
a crane hangs from the fork
of a tree

stumbling toward
my 60th birthday –
cool change

empty mailbox
a red magnolia falls
at my feet

slow to rise —
a snail crawls up
my door

spring arrives!
we hang our colours
on the line

missing teeth
the comb also
missing teeth

torn cobweb
a star caught in the centre
of a wind chime

a moon full of itself
the ocean waves

the spiral
of a yellow maple leaf
old father

the toddler
points her finger upwards
falling maple leaf

Valentines Day
the baby listens
as we argue

open mind
but my nose
is blocked

my nose runs
into a pond
head cold

new year’s day
missing the people
I argued with

our baby throws
her arms into the air
cloudburst

a large tree
has fallen into the river –
me too

*Taken from http://allpoetry.com/poem/10933969-Hurt-by-Myron-Lysenko