the forest tells
her ancient stories
with the shadow puppetry of leaves
Shadow Play
Tall Tales Told
I stood with the trees
listening to them
share their stories
Alike
the leaf’s
life story is told
in age spots and veins
Winter Window
outside my window
windswept winter
begins her story
Window to the World
life passes through
memories remain
storehouse of stories
Tree Tales
their shadows tell the stories
the trees themselves
cannot utter
Story Telling
Foliage
tells its own
color story.
Stories
Like the grain in wood
the grain of decay in the fern frond
tells the exquisite story of its life.
