Lillian Susan Thomas Poems

A
fish jumps
to
catch a
...

Swirling autumn wind
Throws the downed leaves
Skyward along with those still falling
Into a whirling dervish,
...

Train
whistle
fades
sliding
...

fisherman shivers
in his rocking boat, dozing
over dark depths.
the line silvered by moonlight
...

gliding between strokes
rower takes a passenger
to a place unknown.
my lover's washing my hair
...

In-
land we
wait
after
...

Some pray only with their toil;
Others in the course of their day, without any outward sign.
Some prostrate themselves;
Others kneel, hands folded, after making the sign of the cross.
...

Steel gates creak
As cold winds speak
And sweep through the turnstiles
Past the sign, “For Sale”
...