cutting through the fog
sparkling with dew
we connect
Braile
the old tree’s message
is read
by the wind
We Catch Eyes
and understand
these woods hold
room enough for both of us
Evading The Predator
chipmunks sound
their one chirp warning
everyone down the hole to safety
Silent Talk
each morning
sweet greetings
in the tender look
Unaccompanied
even in the solitude
every gesture mattered
conversation with self
The Golden One
every limb’s gesture
was an encouragement
to joy
Speaking in Colors
conversing
with the maple
autumn confidences
Ode to Winter
The wind writes its snowy message
along the frozen river.