we keep the signals
for fellow travelers
silent and small
Trail Head
Hikers
they gathered at the fence
soon to be
flowers in the field
The Way
uncertain if
my path is the way
suddenly guidance appears
Remains
felled for the path
their stature remains
monument to growth and change
Gallant-Tree
In the thickest part of the thicket
where the footing was most precarious
a branch held my weight and restored my balance.
Chivalry lives in the woods.
Traipse
Two planks
for two feet
to take two steps
and cross into
the welcoming woods.