listen for
the music of
the mushroom accordion
It Was The Quietest Of Songs
Needles, Leaves, Reeds
the wind weaves
a tapestry
of elements and time
Be Here
like the trees
stand proudy
in the place where you live
Sparkler
deep green
in the fresh snow
casting sparks of life
Trio Of Pairs
sunshine clapboards and goldenrod
pink hibiscus and joe pye weed
shingled roofs with pine needles
Microscopic Astronauts
the ground grew
a space station ready
to launch spores into flight
In The Dirt
a tiny
call for joy
the day transformed
Alone With Everything
down the soft pine needle path
amidst the tall tall trees
the breeze accompanies me
Needles and Thread
evergreen thread
stitching together
each season to the next
Humility
flakes as light as air
and still the humble pine
bows deeply to winter
Spot Light
found by the light
or light from within
a beacon
Shooting Up
late spring
growth spurt
adolescent pine
Sentinel
cement sentry
even in sleep
a watchful guardian
Stoic
The pine never complains
about the weight of the burden
it is asked to carry.
Preparation
The forest bed is made
and awaits animal dreams
and blankets of snow
Pine Needle Path
It beckons you to venture
noiselessly
into the heart of mystery.