wpadmin – Page 147

physically drained
emotionally wiped out
I have no spoons left
–
driftwood
beaten by
the surf

the rain’s heady scent
rolls in on the thickened air
of the coming storm
–
hummingbirds
weave the air above
a honeysuckle vine

old creases deepen
as a smile comes unbidden
to his weathered face
–
morning glory
blossom opens
to greet the sun

the moon overhead
a toad lifted from the lane
sitting in my hand
–
walking together
for the first time
your hand finds mine

hatred is poison
turning ignorance and fear
into pure evil
–
meandering river
crocodiles wait
just below the surface

slipping off toward
an indifferent future
full of the unknown
–
the future
ruthlessly becoming
the past

the wetland chorus
a glorious counterpoint
to my daily grind
–
a Hooded Warbler
wakes me with
flights of fancy

no matter how far
the vanishing road takes me
I always return
–
nirvana awaits
yet I’m not
quite ready

twisted roots reach out
from the dappled forest floor
to steal my footing
–
mangroves
arise from the bayou
on tangled bones

shades from dark to pale
each made up of the other
standing arm in arm
–
frigid night
streaks of fire
light the sky