Conversation Between Seasons

a stand of white birch
call back
to the snow capped mountain

Listening For The March Wind

standing with
a stand of trees
sensing the sap rise

Abstract Of Rickrack

zig zagging leaves
circle
upon themselves

Call Of Attention

their shout
of color rises
from the forest floor

Her Warm Yellow Glow

peek a boo
with
the morning moon

Wearing Rings Like Saturn

from the forest floor
emerges
another universe

Winter Outerwear

the forest
wears a brocade cape
of leaves and fruit and vines

Another Gift Freely Given


a generous benefactor
the forest’s shade
on a hot summer day

Four Of The Eight Spots

the forest warden
wears
orange epaulets

Black Rock


big slice of
flourless chocolate cake
a forest sized serving

The Truth Of Scale


the proportion between
bird box and forest trees
makes me right sized

Green Centurions


regiment of pines
establishing the frontline
in the waning autumn light

The Leaves’ Lullaby


a song
made of silence
in the falling hush