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
Tall Tales Told
I stood with the trees
listening to them
share their stories
Praise
upon a tree
a lichen rose
praise to anything that grows
The Artist At Play
nature
in her paint box
the intrepid unexpected
Iconic Pollinator
so many years
we’ve missed you
how good to see you back
Little Orange Village
fairies
destination vacation
spot
Companions
wild beauty
on the fence rail
a compliment to flowering weeds
Frills And Polka Dots
found
on the ground
dropped forrest accessory
Fireworks
amidst
lichen sparklers
explosions of red
Stopped
silence falls
where there was song
shy bird
Granite and Lichen
ancient friends
in company since
the beginning of time
Wood Star
time transforms
the ancient timber
into a celestial being
Aspiration
rock and lichen
give rise to
new life’s watch tower
After The Dance
the skirt ruffle lost
evidence of
fairies’ spring fling
Mosaic
there go
the trees again
making art from life
Together
nothing in common
but proximity of place
root enough for community
Storm
so many clouds, a driving rain
a storm was grown
upon the tree
Kitchen Window View
unswerving is
the comfort of conifers
dependability of green
Astronomy
it seemed
the moon had landed
inside the garden gate
Resonance
in the echo
your song
is sung anew
Scalloped Edge of Time
hearts on the mill stone
waiting to be used
Dream Land
in the terrain of dreams
every worm and woodpecker hole
is a passageway to the realm beyond
Spot Light
found by the light
or light from within
a beacon
Another Step
space travel
the moon lands
in the door yard
Steps to Change
in the woods
the corner waited
to be turned
Cenotaph
every season
leaves an inscription
in lichen lettering
Still Life
without snow
the forest does not sleep
life continues to grow
