Morning began with a light pink sky so delicate
it could never suggest the evening it brought
and its intensity of red and orange.
Day Break
Gently comes the new day.
Pine
Powder sugar frosted pine.
Divine.
Bambino
The cement child with his faithful squirrel
wears his winter cloths
a cap and shawl of snow.
Hush
Snow covers the land with quiet,
muting the colors of Fall.
Winter’s paintbrush holds a thousand shades of grey.
Roof Tops
We are safe beneath the peaks and eves
as cold gathers in the big grey sky.
Ambition
Number 498 had a dream
to create a herd of high end sweaters.
Resting Fields
The days grow shorter, the land lays dormant.
Rest is essential to creation.
Winter will gestate Spring.
Purple and Orange
Bold as a butterfly’s wing
foliage sears color into our memory
before the white blanket of winter descends.
Wasp Nest
The masters of paper machê
built their condo in the trees
and displayed leaf flags.
Bounty
The first feast is for the eyes
colors and shapes
to feed the soul.
Blue Moon
Standing alone I saw a blue moon.
So I held onto my prayer and the dream in my heart
and both were answered in your ring of gold.
On The River
The diving ducks race each other.
Running on the surface of the water, shattering reflections,
before launching themselves into flight.
God’s speed web-footed friends.
Pine Grove
This is the spot
to rest on the plush pine needle carpet,
listen to the song of the leaves and the river
and hear the wisdom of your own heart.
Center
The pines encircle the most ancient one
who has lost her needles but not her magnificence.
Sacred is the center.
Swarm
Like a swarm of bees looking for their hive
yellow leaves flutter and buzz in the breeze.
Passing
In late fall fragile leaves delicately adorn the trees,
their transient nature intensifying their beauty.
Needles and Bark
Tiny needles and a massive trunk
are balanced in the pine,
perfect counterparts.
Emerald Table
The emerald table is a sacred place
where the forest kin celebrate harvest.
Autumn Tracks
Clickity clack away rode summer.
The whisper and crunch of leaves
is the sound of Fall’s journey.
Other Views
This is how a bee sees
pine needles and moss.
Energy has color.
Trinity
Holiness lives
in nature’s design.
Chipmunk
Stillness is my shield
as I hide behind a stem.
Are you foe or friend?
Broken
Taken down by the wind
now the the mighty pine
nourishes the river bank and bottom.
So goes the cycle of life.
Stump
The stump of an oak grows a miniature forest,
a mountain with moss trees for insects to scale.
Sunlight
Sunlight
tiger stripes
the pond.
Blossom End
Nature made
a
God’s Eye.
Witch’s Hat
Witches pick their hats from the ground
in preparation for their ride on branch and pine needle brooms
across the Halloween moon.
October Snow
The roses bow their heads
in respect to winter.
Back Light
Like a lantern
the illuminated leaf
lights the forest journey.