never lost
water always
finds its way home
Deep Shadows
river rocks
wear fall’s colors
Water’s Way
Cold that is no longer snow
makes a mad dash down the brook
rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer.
Certainty
Wearing a shroud of winter
the rock sculpture endures
certain of Spring’s dominion.
Singing
Melting snow gives voice
to the brook’s song of spring.
Uprooted
Grandfather still holds onto stones from the earth.
No longer a giant, now a sculpture
a testament to the power of nature.
Encounter
Coming upon the cairn in the woods
I knew we were still traveling together.
I added one stone for the two of us
and saw the face of a wise, knowing owl.
Current
Rocks and trees know not to struggle
but to simply stay until the appointed time comes to go.
Change is forever pulling or pushing.
Do not begrudge the current its way.
Determination
The tenacity of beauty
rebuilds my hope.
Rush
Mountain water hurries over rocks
searching for the ocean.
Sacred Shape
When Buddha and the Madonna met
their spirits left a sacred shape
a touchstone for peace and practice.
Dear John Deer
In August, with your metal seat as hot as a branding iron,
you rumble across the fields, chewing rocks and cutting grass.
True champion of summer.