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

Foundation

twisted roots reach out
from the dappled forest floor
to steal my footing

mangroves
arise from the bayou
on tangled bones

Humanity

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

a hard rain
drenches all
with no regard

Waterfall

long flowing tresses
cascade down from her shoulders
swirling at her feet

running
fast and free
into the future

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

Wetlands

snowy egrets stand
in the salt marsh, motionless
hunting careless fish

cattails
swaying in the
warm salt breeze

Rebound

unable to sleep
in what used to be our home
Feeling your echo

labyrinthine walls
reflecting back
your hollow voice

Endurance

eroding mountains
pushing back against the wind
resistant to change

warm breezes-
paisley dancing
in the wheat fields