Come In

at the front door
flowers will
greet your feet

Be Where Your Feet Are

the here
of now
contains everything

Wander The Garden

the spirit restores
finding the space of place
along gracious paths

What Wandering Reveals

the worn path
a line of desire
made known

Chasing Blue Skies

up ahead
on the trail
our scouts

Talking Sticks

the insects path
tell
the woodland’s story

The Way


gentle path
through the flowering field
the road to happy destiny

In The Dooryard Of The Birdhouse

the world
bloomed around us
it was enough just to be

Midnight Snack


dawn light reveals
the wandering path
of a nocturnal browse

Lighting The Way


winter raised
her red flamed torches
showing us the path

Through


finally seen
the exit
from darkness

Two Chairs On The Path


together we sit
and wait for fall’s
parade of color

Alone With Everything


down the soft pine needle path
amidst the tall tall trees
the breeze accompanies me

When Paths Diverge


some times
the deepest connection
is made alone

Mystic Path


September morning
the green path
leads dreams into day

Encouragement


stepping stones
in the mossy path
invitation to the woods