Concepts – Page 46

an arc of limestone
scoured by the desert wind
carved by passing time
–
balancing rock-
sculpted by wind
and time

often I frequent
my mind’s darker recesses
to search for solace
Or
in the dark corners
of my mind
seeking peace-

the old man’s brushes
with fluid movements coax life
out of the canvas

The night’s slow passage
A stanza in the poem
Of my sleeplessness

Hatred is easy
Love and compassion require
Effort and hard work.

With trepidation
I plant a kiss on your lips
Hoping it takes root

Lightning bugs at dusk
Their glow, a beacon for those
Seeking simpler times

Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore

From the sheer cliff face
An eager seedling rises
Grasping at the sun

Through the morning mist
A wading crane, motionless
Suddenly takes flight