What Wandering Reveals

the worn path
a line of desire
made known

I Wanna Be A Bee

or perhaps a hummingbird
I’m a moth
with aspirations

The River Free

the river desires movement
and uses all its wiles
to dodge stillness

Field Rut

demanding attention
birch tree antlers
stand at the field

Reading the Forested Landscape

October morning
the landscape’s poem
told in color and light

The Migration of Melt

the brook breaks free
and runs for the river
longing to unite with the sea


mended fence
the paddock waits
for green grass and grazing