Roses

crimson rose petals
clinging to a withered stem
slowly turning brown

tea rose petals –
the crystal bowl
overflowing

Pets

shredded paper towels
last night’s garbage strewn about-
I know you’re to blame

morning sun –
in the doorway
indecisive

Temple

a smiling buddha
round belly worn smooth by
hands of thousands

pagoda doors-
stone steps cut
in the hillside

Mourning

cold tears of mourning
mix with the rain as I turn
my face to the sky

false dawn-
I’m sill here
without you

White

thin fringes of white
ring the brow of the mountain
furrowed by the past

white cliffs-
the sun glints
off the sea spray

Penance

another meeting-
I know your failings so well
as I do my own

rain slicked neon-
another club soda
graces my glass

Religion

knelt down before you-
my voice offered as a sign
of my devotion

scorched copper sky-
blood I’ve spilled
on your alter

Humanity

the fifth of July
a time for reflection on
what we have become

saguaro cactus-
a small sneaker
in the sand

Light

a time of rebirth-
years spent living in the dark
rescued by your light

through the water
dancing reflections
from the surface

Deer

off the mountain road
a wake of buzzards gather
‘round a fallen deer

moonrise-
the fawn waits
in the tall grass