Baklava
 
La Madrugada
 
Oatmeal
 
August 4th
 
Where are you going?
 
Sunset Trail
 
Richie
 
Ancestral Crimes
 
Peaceful Here
 
First Day
 
Feline Wisdom
 
Yellow Canyons
 
Edge of the World
 
Silver Weaver
 
Grace
 

 
Early Morning Prayers 

A faint
flock of
winged
feathers
pass
through
the gray
wet veil
as though
in a Chinese
painting.
Black wings
flutter
and are
gone,
curving
around the
bend
in a
breath
heading North,
led
by instinct
through
summer’s
fog.

Cypress tree
sits
at
world’s edge,
grows faint
through
thick
wet
air;
branches,
black and
strong,
bend
towards
lapping waves
as if
to hear
God’s
early
morning
prayers.