fall has taken
most of her flowers
but not her elegance
The Formal Garden
Pilgrimage To The Squirrel Bench
worship as
an acorn eaten
a devotion left
Guidepost
your presence
lets me know
I am home
Buddha’s Back
in the present
facing the future
honoring the past
Taking Suggestions
at the Buddha’s suggestion
the wind and tree united
to place a reminder of faith
In the Shelter Of A Tree
eavesdropping
on the conversation
between the water and the rain
Just
as the tree
shades the ground
a quiet mind
cultivates the soul
Be Thy Name
scarlet lipped goddess
her name be trillium
Mother Earth and Child
misty morn
in the valley of the lily
statuary sanctuary
Bambino
The cement child with his faithful squirrel
wears his winter cloths
a cap and shawl of snow.