Sol

the sky burns crimson
in anticipation of
the ocean’s embrace

dawn chorus
an homage to
the rising sun

Passage

brief is our passage
across the river of time
into the unknown

oak saplings
from acorns
never unearthed

Future

encouraging words
left in the chinks in my walls
for my future self

in a sky blue egg
cracks begin
to appear

Morning

concentric ripples
spreading across the surface
of a misty lake

lakeshore
a striped bass
breaks the surface

details

the weathered old man
makes peace with the universe
tending his bonsai

fiddlehead ferns-
seeking god in
the golden ratio

Orlando

blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be

midnight-
groping for
the light

Orlando

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

monsters
in the closet
only a mirror

Fleeting

iridescent wings
hover over a flower
as I stand entranced

awestruck…
nature
at her finest

Apprehension

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

waiting-
trying not
to lose hope

Shelter

freshly mown spring grass
a frog hops to the safety
of an old stone wall

the bull frog
peeks out from
behind a stone