Owl Wing

merciless nature
nothing escapes the end
except beauty

No Longer A Stranger

in nature found
a reacquaintance
with self

Taking It In

sunning yourself
on the fencepost
spirit in light

You Again, Wise Friend

the look that speaks
an instruction
to be true


like the eye
of a hurricane
stillness at the center


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.