an autumn rain
becomes winter ice
window to the seasons passage
Porthole
Water Cairns
stone memories
commemorating place
in the passage of time
The Way
gentle path
through the flowering field
the road to happy destiny
Keyhole
the aperture
through which
time and seasons pass
I Saw
the hollyhock
listening
to time fleeting
Lantern In The Woods
a welcome
for wanderers
in the wild
Trust
enter the mystery
of today’s
exquisite unknown
Standing
in this stillness
the passage
of perpetuity
Mountain Through the Trees
granite post marks
the old entrance
passageway to spring
Ancients
these limbs embrace
each season’s passage
cradling the transient now
Picket Fences
ignoring the gate
time and weather
pass on through
Invitation
the whole wide world awaits
outside the garden gate
Beguiled
In the moonlight
the shadow of summer’s ghost
passes by the pumpkin.
Current
Rocks and trees know not to struggle
but to simply stay until the appointed time comes to go.
Change is forever pulling or pushing.
Do not begrudge the current its way.
Destination
Deep in the dark woods
suddenly the sunny meadow
appears before you.