a single ray of light
splits the darkness open
an entrance for possibilities
In An Instant
At One Eighty Three
if tranquility
had an entrance
it would be this
The Threshold Needs No Gate
the green archway
an invitation to
the flowering realm
Home
is a hole
perfectly round
made in the ground
Mountain Through the Trees
granite post marks
the old entrance
passageway to spring
Encouragement
stepping stones
in the mossy path
invitation to the woods
Enter Stage Left
swooping in
summer arrives
on red wings
Passage
this is the way
through the dark and the grey
past winter’s long night and into the light
Gateway
fallen tree
becomes a torii arch
gate to the sacred woods
Half and Half
Two trees at the entrance to the woods
mark the dividing line between sun and shade.