Blossoms

flowers, these children,

need only your tending and 

your most genuine love.

Summer Wrap

Crisp sunrise, August
wraps us in the notion of
soft morning sweaters.

Eight Thirty PM

Peach cobbler
on a trampoline,
and laughter

rolls like ripe fruit
through the open window.
Sepia of the summertime,

we are free as a universe,
expanding into the last
Saturdays of summer.

Journey Haiku

On the long road home,

it is always the darkest

just before the light.

Beekeeper

He speaks
the language
of bees,
helps the
species in
the trees,
so wise,
and to
the child
with fear
in her
eyes, replies,
you too
my dear
are a
bee whisperer.

Revolution

Let us exist
to nurture
one another.

What plant
can grow
in the dark?

One harsh word
can be an act
of violence.

It is our
responsibility
to turn toward

the shadow places,
and light them
like the sun.

Yoga in the Gazebo

At “Namaste,”
the first thunder rolls.
Just like magic.

The sky as witness,
nods atmospheric
yeses to the bodies

that return like rain
to this passing stream.
We are all going home.