spring whispers green
into the air, onto the trees.
Before Twilight
In the magic hours the forest glows
as trees catch the sun and release their dreams.
Moss
A miniature forest in a miniscule landscape,
the majesty of moss.
Sabbath
The shadow of a trinity of trees across rock
marks one of many spots to worship in the woods.
Grey
The February forest offers
ten thousand shades of grey,
haven for the mourning dove.
Carpet
The forest’s berber
is a durable oak.
In the Valley
In the quiet of the valley
farms and forest prepare themselves
for the demands of winter.
Winter Green
After the leaves are gone
lichen paints the forest green.
Emerald Table
The emerald table is a sacred place
where the forest kin celebrate harvest.
Stump
The stump of an oak grows a miniature forest,
a mountain with moss trees for insects to scale.
Back Light
Like a lantern
the illuminated leaf
lights the forest journey.
Trail
In the solitude
you are not alone.
The trail is marked.
Limbs and Leaves
A knot of limbs.
A web of leaves.
The forest is a tapestry.
Forest Mistress
Ancient acorn woman
wanders the forest floor
tends the wild rose
Findings
Mother Nature’s remnants
speak to me
of the secret lives in the forest
Wood Star
Unearthed roots provide an abode for bugs and grubs.
New space for the saplings to grow in is made.
This is the forest’s shooting star.
Forest Frog
Not even your magnificent camouflage
can obscure your vibrant alive-ness.
