You know the divine.
It radiates light and calls you to it.
Sometimes its name is beauty.
Gallant-Tree
In the thickest part of the thicket
where the footing was most precarious
a branch held my weight and restored my balance.
Chivalry lives in the woods.
The Choir
Seedheads sing
winter’s carols
in the wind.
Curls
Golden girl of the forest
the birch wears its bark
in a cascade of curls.
Outcropping
The granite ledge
makes itself known
by refusing all trees.
Halo
Blessed is the humble seed
who is the spirit of the earth
Out of the Woods
Suddenly sunlight
and the meadow appears.
The dark treacherous trail
becomes a gentle winding path.
Aspiration
Branches reach
through blue sky and clouds
to touch the heavens.
River Run
Sunlight skates
atop the river
gliding on the cold
Ocean Grass
the meadow waves
lap at the birch shore line
Balance
becomes possible
by accepting
circumstances.
Winter’s Approach
Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.
Sugared Maple
The frozen world
creates the leaf’s
next incarnation of beauty
Cold Creek
The creek moves fast cutting its way
through the meadow towards the river
trying to outrun the inevitable freeze.
Homemaking
seeds take
feathered flight
for monarchs’ sake.
Old Man Frost
leaves his whiskers behind
when he runs through the woods
chasing moonbeams and sunshine.
The Bird Box
In silent anticipation
the whole marsh waits for
the grace of the bluebird’s arrival.
Awake
I dream
of golden clouds
and painted fields.
Foothold
the ancient ones
leave their footprints
above and below the land.
Ordinary Splendor
In the heart of autumn
the mighty oak, humble and true,
presents the rich variety of shades of brown.
I said
slow down a little, enjoy the scenery.
The marsh is marvelous this time of year.
But he paddled furiously on
determined to miss every enjoyment in his 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.
Parting Days
there is still enough warmth in the sun
to want to rock on the porch a bit
Slumber
Seeds rest in husk beds
dreaming
of their spring morning.
Shadow Lands
light and dark
waltz across
the hilltops
Repossession
The woods reclaim the old barn
returning her lumber to the earth.
Possibilities
The still green meadow
holds out the possibility
of an Indian Summer.
Quilted Sky
Tucked under a blanket of clouds
the river valley rests.
Deer Place
Bare birch
rise like antlers
on the mountain head.
Entirety
rain drops into the pond
ripples merge
into the whole.
