Quiet Roar Of The Eastern Tiger

she carries
pollen on her back
and creation on her wings

Four Of The Eight Spots

the forest warden
orange epaulets

More Precious For The Wear

even as life
takes from us
our beauty remains

Of Intricate Design

cloisonne’d wings
on an
all green being

Sound Seen

the thrum
of wings hovering
stillness in motion

Beneath the Eagle’s Wings

quiet spoke
look up, look up
and I was carried into flight


remembering it all
spring summer fall
raven heads into winter

The Day is Full of Gifts

a moment
in the sun

Morning Joy

wings wide
the day embraced
one with everything

Be As You Are

succor at the source
given and given
we are entwined by need

Lady Slipper

much ado
about the lady’s shoe
petal wings give feet flight