dressed up for halloween
or did old man winter
get snagged on a branch?
Bearded Branch
There You Are
dodging raindrops
amongst the pansies
posing in a frame of leaves
we are friends I believe
Promise
on the broken branch
in the ice
verdant thriving
Physics At The Brook’s Edge
if time itself could be seen
this is how it would appear
stopped and moving all at once
Cousin It
out in the woods
without your bowler hat or glasses
how will you find your way home?
Made On The Maple
each texture
a distinct form of life
together creating a new universe
A Tenacity Of Delicacy
thrown to the ground
by a punishing wind
intricacies undaunted
Affinity of Land And Sea
coral reefs on fallen logs
likenesses of
the ocean in the forest
Another Galaxy
in a granite sky
amidst the clouds of moss
twinkle lichen stars
Stillness
the lichen
and the leaves
find their autumnal repose
Blackberry Lily
you
ripen like
your namesake
Always Thinking Of Others
the tree’s
last gift is to home
the lichen and fungi
All The Pieces Of The World
gathered
on to
granite
Levels of Landscapes
here is where
the ants stop
and admire the view
There Is
no I
in nature
everything evolves from we
Twists And Turns
tree limbs diagramming
the effort and obstacles
of growth
Itla-okla
in northern woods
the southern gothic vibe
of Spanish moss
The Green Rose
like a siren
calling to spring
bringing blossoms into being
Painted By The Light And Seasons
the humble rock
becomes
a work of art
Espied
a glimmer
of spring
sunshine on moss
Buds In Blue
infinitesimal the progress
towards spring
until the sudden unfurling
Deep Listening
everything in the world speaks
the air, the stone, the leaf
it is we who must become fluent
Impersonations
the tree
a zebra
in green
This Green Ladder
inviting us
to climb
into spring
Of Moss And Lichen
hints
of green
foreshadowing spring
Dress Up Just For Yourself
ordinary rock
adorned with
lichen lace ruffle
The Woodpecker
plumpness
as preparation
for winter
The Woods
still at rest
lichen
the only green
Braile
the old tree’s message
is read
by the wind
Still Life
cold holds together
the elements
of March’s mosaic