Deep Listening

everything in the world speaks
the air, the stone, the leaf
it is we who must become fluent

At One Eighty Three

if tranquility
had an entrance
it would be this

A Long Way From Home

deep in the forest
in the dark and the silence
a coral reef grew

No Longer Even A Memory

like the night’s dreams
morning mist disperses
until dissolved

Wood From Wood

and so the mushroom
the tree’s rings of life

Monarch Lessons

when buffeted
by life’s breezes
hold fast to the bloom

Wrought Iron Pot

like a lantern
with a red flame of
beauty’s eternal light

Big Cat Little Cat

orange tiger
in the garden
prowling amongst blooms