Peace
the wellspring of souls
beckons inexorably
for us to return
–
the bodisattfa
compassionately
delays nirvana
the wellspring of souls
beckons inexorably
for us to return
–
the bodisattfa
compassionately
delays nirvana
falling amber rain
collecting in brackish pools
under a street light
–
a moment
flash lit raindrops
suspended in time
faded cutoff shorts
bare feet out the car window
hair teased by the wind
–
hot skin
cool sheets
and promises
freshly mown spring grass
a frog hops to the safety
of an old stone wall
–
the bull frog
peeks out from
behind a stone
jewels of morning dew
in a spider’s web, sunrise
scattered by diamonds
–
dawn
captured on
a silken thread
this morning’s bugle
reveille played by finches
outside my window
–
birdsong
pulling me
from slumber
burnt umber thickets
briars silhouetted by
a russet sunset
–
brambles
illuminated by
the dying day
lilacs in her hair
as she lays in the grass with
clouds floating whimsy
–
escapees from
my minds eye
in the clouds
iPhone vibrating
mocking my attempt to be
at one with nature
–
meditation
water threading
between my toes
in the full moon’s light
a desert scorpion glows
an unearthly blue
–
silver
illumination
of midnight