I leave and arrive
over and over again,
nesting and seeking.
Like the mourning dove I love -
I return to you, singing.

Haze of pastel hues
hovers at the bay tonight;
I crave the bright reds
the way I miss many things -
my heart reaching out in waves.

the bright summer moon
the ocean her dark mirror
both reflecting light

invisible light
and mysteries surround me
but I'm not afraid

forces I can't comprehend
beyond my understanding

In this, I have found
a clearing, a passage, a
trace of the holy.

pleasantries abound.
we abandon convention.
finally, candor.

the bird drops a stone
and as waves flicker outward
the fish beneath dance

rain follows, restless fish leap
calling for the winds to come

Spring's cool breezes blow
fire poppies swoon and open
bright orange embers

sparks flash silver hot
grey dreams rise like smoke signals
waiting for answers

a sphinx moth nears, ignited
sipping nectar while in flight

a young bird searching
softly singing out its hope
in the early hours