palisades shrouded in mist
its sacredness seeps into my bones
and I stand in reverence
If The Liminal Could Be Seen
Sacred
deep in the woods
the humble tree hollow
a temple we pilgrimage to
That Branch Of Mathematics
winter is
a mathematician
of sacred geometry
Cathy’s Chrysanthemums
her spirit visits
each year bringing us
flowers to remember her with
Delight
in every season
the apple tree
is my Eden
Sacred Rite
each bud
caressed and blessed
ants’ consecration
Unveiling
in this fleeting moment
the mountain’s divinity
made itself known
Sacred Community
green mosaic
masterpiece
of pieces
Microcosm of the Universe
marsh made
mandala
the cosmos arose
Signs
sacred arrow
points
toward destiny
Enunciation
sacred sound
the cry of life
effort and sacrifice
Deific
and the light
from high, so holy
graced every thing
Archway
bent tree arch
sacred passage
into transforming woods
Held
beneath the bark
one birch’s dark night
held sacred by the grove
Seer
the skull
is a sacred thing
still holding all that was seen
Exultation
chosen she wears
the light of white
teaching lessons in joy
Gateway
fallen tree
becomes a torii arch
gate to the sacred woods
Holding the Space
facing the world
holding the space between them
safe and sacred
Perfect Proportion
the architecture
of a tree
sacred geometry
One To Another
mountain, farm and valley
hold the sacred trust
of belonging
Palisades
eagles nests
affirm
this sacred place
Sanctity
sacred
are the autumn woods
a ritual of colors
Pilgrimage
During the quiet of the night
they come from all directions on paw and hoof
to reach the sacred spot and journey beyond.
Arrival
At the sacred spot
you will reach a delicate fence
of frost frozen flowers.
Trillium
Star of the woodland
offers a sacred trinity
in flower petals and leaves.
Center
The pines encircle the most ancient one
who has lost her needles but not her magnificence.
Sacred is the center.