an arc of limestone
scoured by the desert wind
carved by passing time
–
balancing rock-
sculpted by wind
and time
Category: Concepts
Introspection
often I frequent
my mind’s darker recesses
to search for solace
Or
in the dark corners
of my mind
seeking peace-
Paint
the old man’s brushes
with fluid movements coax life
out of the canvas
Silence
The night’s slow passage
A stanza in the poem
Of my sleeplessness
Humanity
Hatred is easy
Love and compassion require
Effort and hard work.
Jitters
With trepidation
I plant a kiss on your lips
Hoping it takes root
Memories
Lightning bugs at dusk
Their glow, a beacon for those
Seeking simpler times
Caution
Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore
Hope
From the sheer cliff face
An eager seedling rises
Grasping at the sun
Walden
Through the morning mist
A wading crane, motionless
Suddenly takes flight