Through the dried grass
the wooden path
leads to winter.
Passageway
Summer holds on
in sunshine and blossom
but Fall is pulling at her edges.
Garden Path
Stepping stones warmed by the sun
beckon bare feet
to journey into serenity
White Flame
Amidst all the green
a single white flame flickers
lighting the path.
Direction
Walk the soft path
in the cool water.
It is purpose enough.
Woodland Path
This is the path that leads to the place
where the flowers know your name,
walk slowly and listen to their stories of you.
Centered
Water flows over and around the boulder.
It is not an obstacle, this is just the way of the path.
Solitude
Alone in the fields
contemplation holds my hand.
Reverence is my path.
Dirt Road
that my way home is off the paved path.
The sound of tires on soil is my welcome song.
Pine Needle Path
noiselessly
into the heart of mystery.
Crossing
Set down your troubles
at the foot bridge to the path
that leads deep into the woods
and let the wind carry them away.
