Foothold


the ancient ones
leave their footprints
above and below the land.

Wisdom


The gnarled tree
holds the history and tells the story
of the woods.

Listen closely.

Legacy


Way out back in the shanty shack
tools rust and cobwebs gather
waiting for you to find your history.

Journey

A singular leaf rides the river
carrying the history of this autumn
in its colors.


Time

You no longer tell time by new rings.
Now as a beam, you measure time
by the nights and days of shelter you provide,
absorbing laughter and tears into your fibers and history.