anchors down
spirits buoyed
by community
Safe Harbor
Be Wary In The Woods
hunting season
even the sumac
wears safety orange
More Precious Than Money
we pile up
our quartered logs
to see us through
To Be Held
even winter
seeks the comfort
of a nest
Red Canoes Huddle In The Protection Of The Pines
as cold gathers
at the marsh’s edge
and starts to fill the sky
We Catch Eyes
and understand
these woods hold
room enough for both of us
With
the better shelter
from the storm
is found with others
Outside
trees tell
tales of freedom
outside the garden fence
Compass of Safety
the three
in the deer yard
oversee the four cardinal directions
Run
an unknown is spotted
the white tail flashes
then the blur of disappearing
Shy
watching from the woods
a gentle soul
gages her safety
Bonfire
The burn pile
awaits the safety of snow
before the dance of flames.
Roof Tops
We are safe beneath the peaks and eves
as cold gathers in the big grey sky.
Hive
Tired of the raids by bears and man the bees have moved on.
Now they keep their honey hoard safe in the hollows of old trees.