a grey fogged dawn
the lone pileated
seeks a kindred
Hold to Thee
snow holds to the leaf
the leaf holds to the branch
the branch holds to the tree
as spirit holds to thee
Flow
fallen to its resting place
the branch still possesses
the spirit of movement
Recollection
A memory floated by
on the afternoon’s breeze –
of sweet long ago days
and basking in your spirit.
Home
Gentle green mountains
and voluptuous clouds
replenish my spirit.
Vision
The birch’s
omniscient eye
watches all.
Tree’s Totem
Conjoined the twin trees stand
held in place by spirit
despite death and decay.
The Mare
Her spirit shone past her uncared for mane and coat.
She spoke with her eyes about dignity and hope.
Halo
Blessed is the humble seed
who is the spirit of the earth
The Spirit of Colors
Colors emanate
from bare branches
autumn’s aura
Yield
The garden’s harvested bounty
carries a weary spirit towards spring
in the colors of dried petals and the promise of seeds.
Georgia’s Touch
Unlikely colors blend and into me seeps
a joy of beauty that abolishes all greyness of spirit.
Woodland Path
This is the path that leads to the place
where the flowers know your name,
walk slowly and listen to their stories of you.
Sacred Shape
When Buddha and the Madonna met
their spirits left a sacred shape
a touchstone for peace and practice.