Orlando

what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner

monsters
in the closet
only a mirror

Muffled

shouting at the void
trying to keep the silence
from smothering me

rain falls
on a carpet
of autumn leaves

Fleeting

iridescent wings
hover over a flower
as I stand entranced

awestruck…
nature
at her finest

Peace

the wellspring of souls
beckons inexorably
for us to return

the bodisattfa
compassionately
delays nirvana

Gaia

bobcats and black bear
mark their territory in
the suburban wild

predawn-
awakened again
by coyotes

Passage

after a brief rest
a bevy of mourning doves
suddenly takes flight

released
upon wings
across the sun
dedicated to Philip Rigney

Kismet

unkempt and homeless
in need of a shower and
a touch of kindness

pray that fate
doesn’t bring you
to my level

Vixen

a warm summer night
the plaintive cries of a fox
echo from the woods

a burrow
tail wrapped
around her kits

Scars

it’s just a small cut
and it’s the last time, I swear
until the next one

self destruction
a trail of history
on my arms

Apprehension

since you got sent home
I’ve been sitting by your side
praying you’ll return

waiting-
trying not
to lose hope