Passage
brief is our passage
across the river of time
into the unknown
–
oak saplings
from acorns
never unearthed
brief is our passage
across the river of time
into the unknown
–
oak saplings
from acorns
never unearthed
dealing with the grief
of saying goodbye to you
for the final time
–
rest
at last
in peace
these poorly built walls
of isolationism
so easily breached
–
a spreading oak
the cat awaits
her safe descent
as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have
–
high in the branches
she watches him
ride away
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
shades from dark to pale
each made up of the other
standing arm in arm
–
frigid night
streaks of fire
light the sky
after the bowl sings
so peacefully sits the monk
in meditation
–
calm water
reflective of
inner peace
unable to sleep
in what used to be our home
Feeling your echo
–
labyrinthine walls
reflecting back
your hollow voice
light from the full moon
spills through the open window
and pools on the floor
–
waning
molten silver
moonlight