As dusk descends a storm approaches,
celestial light graces the trees
and shelters the shadow of the house.
The Road Towards Summer
In a few weeks time this road will lead
to lazy days shimmering with heat and nights with fireflies.
Quiet Entrance
Spring sneaks in on little fox feet
greening the mountain while the world sleeps.
Living
In April the earth vibrates
with a growing, glowing green
that celebrates each second of aliveness.
Before Twilight
In the magic hours the forest glows
as trees catch the sun and release their dreams.
Horizon
My feet feel an earth drained of her color.
My mind’s eye imagines greens below blue skies.
Lonesome for Sunshine
Some days in April
Spring feels farther away
than in December.
Log Bridge
A fallen tree
makes the perfect spot
to sit and spy on fish.
Red Brush at Brook’s Bend
Colors begin to leak into the landscape.
Spring approaches.
Procession
Clouds gather in formation
ascending towards the heavens
marching across the sky
as pines stand sentry to their parade.
Budding Out
In a burst of energy, renewal and hope colors are released
as trees transform the landscape from winter to spring.
Adventure
The back porch stairs
lead to the whole
of the wild woods and world.
Forsythia
Before the sky is reliably blue
before the fields have greened
forsythia champions Spring.
Rest
The pines keep watch
over the residents perpetual sleep
whispering peace, peace.
Other Side
Eternal is the longing to be on the other side.
Wanderer
At the edge of the apple grove the spring comes above ground
and wanders across the meadow laughing in delight at the change of season.
Moss
A miniature forest in a miniscule landscape,
the majesty of moss.
In Town
When you get to the fancy white fence
that’s how you’ll know your at Main Street.
River Road
Take the slow way home along River Road.
Rest on the shoulder, marvel at the canopy of clouds.
Half and Half
Two trees at the entrance to the woods
mark the dividing line between sun and shade.
Golden Willow
In the midst of winter,
the willow shines its golden light.
This is where the fairies dance at night.
Frozen Wetland
Cold paints a picture in tans and greys and white.
Wind is the painter’s muse.
Sabbath
The shadow of a trinity of trees across rock
marks one of many spots to worship in the woods.
Before the Storm
the sky gathers greyness and weight
and pushes itself upon us blanketing us with
anticipation in the stillness and the stirring smell of approaching snow.
Wide Sky
The southern wind announces Spring is on her way to us.
These clouds are ruffles on her petticoats.
Mountains beyond Mountains
You may recognize the mountain by name or shape
but to truly know her is to walk the contours of her mass,
to watch her reveal the secrets of the seasons,
to remember and to feel the spirits of all the other feet
who have touched her and whose hearts have found home.
Frozen Memory
I dreamed of the marsh in winter
and saw tawny wheat growing in sand as soft as a cloud.
Two Trees
These trees wear their limbs
like curly haired twins.
Sugaring
First the sap runs, then drum drum drums
drop by drop into the buckets.
Soon to be simmered, then rolling boiled into maple syrup.
Oh that sweet sweet nectar of the mountain.
Paradise
resides right outside my window.