like Mabel
the woods call to me too
beckoning with mysteries and solace
Sensing What Is Beyond Sight
Call Of The Dappled Path
traverse the shadows
and the light
go greet the unknown
In The Dirt
a tiny
call for joy
the day transformed
Social Call
dropping in
to share
the garden’s news
Hours of the Flower
blood root’s dawn
answers to the sun’s call
blood root’s noon
Mountain Chime
weather is
the bell ringer
calling all to worship
Reverberations
the garden’s call
of happiness
resounds within the house