Bump

a cavernous void
of fears and uncertainty
filling drop by drop

darkening forest
a deep growl
in the distance

Return

the clinking of ice
he signals the bartender
for just one more drink

false dawn
an owl returning
to it’s nest

details

the weathered old man
makes peace with the universe
tending his bonsai

fiddlehead ferns-
seeking god in
the golden ratio

Direction

faintly glowing stars
the ancient light a missive
from the distant past

a moonless night
our path defined
by starlight

Peace

the wellspring of souls
beckons inexorably
for us to return

the bodisattfa
compassionately
delays nirvana

Patience

adrift in the tide
seagulls carving lazy arcs
through the azure sky

becalmed,
awaiting the moon
and the fish

Avoidance

in grape arbor
a cardinal seeks shelter
from the driving rain

secluded
deep within
my wine glass

Zephyr

an old wind wanders
aimlessly, its raspy voice
barely a whisper

dry leaves
huddle
in the corner

Transience

jewels of morning dew
in a spider’s web, sunrise
scattered by diamonds

dawn
captured on
a silken thread

Downstream

strong flowing rivers
carry meadows and mountains
away to the sea

april rains…
roaring brooks
become brethren