Bewildering birds.
Hungering for fenders.
Life is a Play
The morning mist is a curtain
waiting to be pulled open by the sun
revealing the action of the day.
Forest Mistress
Ancient acorn woman
wanders the forest floor
tends the wild rose
Findings
Mother Nature’s remnants
speak to me
of the secret lives in the forest
Married
The post marries the beam
after a courtship of hand hewing and attention to detail
that seats them perfectly together
forever supporting one another.
Painted Sky
I live in art.
Maxfield Parish
painted my sky.
