Mark M. Redfearn

Poems and Pieces

Under a full moon

someone sowed the field with frost—

crystalline harvest.

In my wooden bowl

three kittens nestle—riches

for the coming year.

I remember you,

icicles, from one June day—

dewdrops on the lawn.

Tattered quilt,

will you keep me warm

one more night?

early plum blossoms

littering a small courtyard—

the gardener weeps

before the fireplace

old cat licking one white paw

and then the other

lines of small children

bring spearflower offerings—

youngest one stumbles