nature travels
humble hallowed byways
that always lead home
Red Eft’s Rite of Passage
orange his only protection
so many small steps in the long journey
from adolescence to adulthood
Passage
this is the way
through the dark and the grey
past winter’s long night and into the light
Heading into Spring
ride the rails
out of winter’s shadows
into light and the beginnings of green
Entry to the Realm of Spirits
hollowed through
passage to
the other side
Convening
clatter and clamor
news swap and weather reports
before the southern journey
Willing To Be Lead
the road
leading into the wilderness
leads out as well
Lost
in a field of color
I find myself
Sweet Pea
climbs towards heaven
charting the journey
with perfume and flowers.
Spiral Path
Wander outward
ever outward
toward the mysteries beyond.
Zig Zag
Four feet
find their way
by instinct and inspiration.
Excursion
The air is as brisk as it is blue.
The work to reach the rise is well worth the view.
Arrival
At the sacred spot
you will reach a delicate fence
of frost frozen flowers.
Out of the Woods
Suddenly sunlight
and the meadow appears.
The dark treacherous trail
becomes a gentle winding path.
Encounter
Coming upon the cairn in the woods
I knew we were still traveling together.
I added one stone for the two of us
and saw the face of a wise, knowing owl.
Retreat
Awaken when the woodpecker knocks.
Birdsong accompanies the noontime meal.
Eagle’s cries announce the surrender of day to dusk.
Garden Path
Stepping stones warmed by the sun
beckon bare feet
to journey into serenity
Destination
Deep in the dark woods
suddenly the sunny meadow
appears before you.
White Flame
Amidst all the green
a single white flame flickers
lighting the path.
Direction
Walk the soft path
in the cool water.
It is purpose enough.
Route
At the onset the way seems straight forward
but just out of sight are the dips, rises, swerves and curves
that transform a trip into a journey.
Traipse
Two planks
for two feet
to take two steps
and cross into
the welcoming woods.
Autumn Tracks
Clickity clack away rode summer.
The whisper and crunch of leaves
is the sound of Fall’s journey.