palisades shrouded in mist
its sacredness seeps into my bones
and I stand in reverence
If The Liminal Could Be Seen
Ways Of Being Chosen
to be picked by the eye
rather than the hand
is to be held in
an admiration of reverence
Reverence
bowed to winter
seeing past reflection
into the future
Lichen Rose
flower heads
slightly bowed
in reverence to the rain
Holiness Seen
tiny white outline
halo
on hallowed leaf
Veneration
pine boughs bow
in reverence
to snow and cold
Reverence
moment of stillness
gratitude
for this day
Life Asks Of Us
tattered feather
more precious now
for all it has given
Between Trees
now that I’ve found you
every trail leads
to your wise counsel
Reverence
raised in exalation
green arms
praise the sun
Reverence
beneath crowns of white
hydrangeas bow their heads
in reverence to winter
Solitude
Alone in the fields
contemplation holds my hand.
Reverence is my path.