July 2016 – Page 2

as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have
–
high in the branches
she watches him
ride away

staring at the stars
she walks in the warm surf while
winds tousle her hair
–
herring gulls
skimming on the
offshore breeze

physically drained
emotionally wiped out
I have no spoons left
–
driftwood
beaten by
the surf

the rain’s heady scent
rolls in on the thickened air
of the coming storm
–
hummingbirds
weave the air above
a honeysuckle vine

old creases deepen
as a smile comes unbidden
to his weathered face
–
morning glory
blossom opens
to greet the sun

the moon overhead
a toad lifted from the lane
sitting in my hand
–
walking together
for the first time
your hand finds mine

hatred is poison
turning ignorance and fear
into pure evil
–
meandering river
crocodiles wait
just below the surface

slipping off toward
an indifferent future
full of the unknown
–
the future
ruthlessly becoming
the past

the wetland chorus
a glorious counterpoint
to my daily grind
–
a Hooded Warbler
wakes me with
flights of fancy

no matter how far
the vanishing road takes me
I always return
–
nirvana awaits
yet I’m not
quite ready