fountain in winter
slow flow
of ice and snow
Emerald Wall
barrier embraced
hard edges softened
by a majesty of moss
Astronomy
it seemed
the moon had landed
inside the garden gate
Assurance
with just
a little warmth
life springs forth
Buche de Noel
mushroomed and mossed
the forrest’s
confection of perfection
Found Again
walk in the woods
with sunlight and fairies
Eden has not been lost
Hallow Hollow
in the hollow
was his holiness
blessing sacred ground
Unruly
the rock wore
twirls of curly moss
upon it’s hard headed crown
Sustenance
liquid leaves
and greens
spring’s soup
Admiration
slowly goes the snail
admiring everything
knowing flowers will wait
to be seen
The Music Played
concert at the vernal pond
the flutist serenades
obligate and facultative inhabitants
How Tiny The Town
so wide and blue the sky
a universe of clouds
floats by
The Way
uncertain if
my path is the way
suddenly guidance appears
Steps
carry your troubles
down to the river
wash them away
Scale
a mountain of moss
grew its own forest
altering the dimensions of the world
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
Carpeting
December’s magic carpet
which normally is snow
this year the moss does grow
What Begins At The End
a decomposing stump
the palette
for green construction
Vibrations
attune attention
to the frequency
of nature’s beauty
Wedded
stonecrop on rock
the marriage of time
eternal and fleeting
Remembrance
solid as stones
the memories
carried
Just
as the tree
shades the ground
a quiet mind
cultivates the soul
Mossy Logs and Pollywogs
the verdant pond
green soup of life
Replenished
joy made tangible
those tender greens
make my heart sing
Forest Fashion
the old stump boasts
a green velvet cloak
Married
the roof is meadow of moss
a common law marriage
of structure and elements
Moss Forest
a tree
grows its own
tiny forest
of moss
Abode
an open heart
the space to grow in