Joy

old creases deepen
as a smile comes unbidden
to his weathered face

morning glory
blossom opens
to greet the sun

Beneath

hatred is poison
turning ignorance and fear
into pure evil

meandering river
crocodiles wait
just below the surface

Serenade

the wetland chorus
a glorious counterpoint
to my daily grind

a Hooded Warbler
wakes me with
flights of fancy

Rebirth

no matter how far
the vanishing road takes me
I always return

nirvana awaits
yet I’m not
quite ready

Colors

shades from dark to pale
each made up of the other
standing arm in arm

frigid night
streaks of fire
light the sky

Humanity

black and blue and bruised
pinned to the ropes but fighting
for our very souls

a hard rain
drenches all
with no regard

Renewal

lacy wings dry while
the husk of its former self
tumbles to the ground

an oak seedling
seeks purchase
in the leaf litter

Aura

when I’m in shadow
you pull me into the light
and show me the sun

old driftwood
a salamander
basking

Eventide

the sun’s departure
as the day draws to a close
burns the ombré sky

fireflies
against the
dawn of night

Tranquility

after the bowl sings
so peacefully sits the monk
in meditation

calm water
reflective of
inner peace