the wind weaves
a tapestry
of elements and time
Needles, Leaves, Reeds
Told By The Road
the future is uncertain
but for this
together we go on
Obscured It Means More
like the remnants of a sweet dream
just out of reach with waking
glimpses of green
Resounding
when the tall tall pine
holds onto snow
I see the echo of every Christmas
Never An Admission Fee
there could be
no better museum
than a tree
A Sugaring Snow
here for just a moment
not enough to increase
the mountain’s hips
Early Winter Abstraction
morning’s bright sun
has turned the roof ice to lace
the still colorful world peeks through
The Circle Is Never Broken
the decaying maple stump
an ancient landscape
for the pine seedling
How Can It Be
the tree
I’ve only seen from afar
can feel like home
Circa 1783
interior side of bark
from the Lone Pine
a mosaic of time
Forest Farolitos
shimmering
on the forest floor
pine luminaries
Beginnings
tiny pine
sets sights
on the sky
OH Tannenbaum
thirty years tall
you carry our Christmas wishes
all the way to the stars
Family Of Pines
distinct yet together
beside each other
through all
No Longer A Stranger
in nature found
a reacquaintance
with self
Veneration
pine boughs bow
in reverence
to snow and cold
In The Shadow Of
big pine
mountain’s watchtower
storm guide
Fire In The Sky
sunset
glowing like
a warming hearth
In The White Quietude
like fresh snow
tranquility settled
over everything
Together
every beauty
was compounded
because we shared it
Complement
mighty angular pine
diminutive curved bridge
a companionship of counterparts
The Roots of Memory
singular pine
recording the history
of the mountain
Saving Space
the woods
hold no mercy
only space for grace
With An Open Heart
receive
the gift
of now
Tiny Are All Beginnings
at the crest
of a moss mountain
a pine begins
Refuge in Blue
sun and shade
sanctuary
at the lake
Go
green light
from the birch lampposts
luminosity of growth
Maple Blush
the landscape wears
a rosy glow
arousing all of spring
Humility
flakes as light as air
and still the humble pine
bows deeply to winter
You Again, Wise Friend
the look that speaks
an instruction
to be true