Sol
the sky burns crimson
in anticipation of
the ocean’s embrace
–
dawn chorus
an homage to
the rising sun
the sky burns crimson
in anticipation of
the ocean’s embrace
–
dawn chorus
an homage to
the rising sun
brief is our passage
across the river of time
into the unknown
–
oak saplings
from acorns
never unearthed
encouraging words
left in the chinks in my walls
for my future self
–
in a sky blue egg
cracks begin
to appear
concentric ripples
spreading across the surface
of a misty lake
–
lakeshore
a striped bass
breaks the surface
the weathered old man
makes peace with the universe
tending his bonsai
–
fiddlehead ferns-
seeking god in
the golden ratio
blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be
–
midnight-
groping for
the light
what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner
–
monsters
in the closet
only a mirror
iridescent wings
hover over a flower
as I stand entranced
–
awestruck…
nature
at her finest
since you got sent home
I’ve been sitting by your side
praying you’ll return
–
waiting-
trying not
to lose hope
freshly mown spring grass
a frog hops to the safety
of an old stone wall
–
the bull frog
peeks out from
behind a stone