spires of the old tree
the mossy sacred stump
holy ground
Temple
Squirrel’s Feast Day
they banqueted
on the stump
tiny hands shucking pinecones
The Circle Is Never Broken
the decaying maple stump
an ancient landscape
for the pine seedling
A Home
in the protection of decay
the more humble
the more precious
Emeralds and Diamond Ice
the forest grows
her own kind
of jewels
Finding A Way
wind
going through
it
Cousins
like the cabbage rose
so blooms
the wood rose
Mystery Of Snow
cloaked in cold
insulated by the thing
from the thing
Moving Stillness
the motion
of the frozen
woods
Decay’s Bouquet
stump blooms
a wood rose
flowering of fungi
Inversion
water mirror
sets everything
on top of itself
Wood Star
time transforms
the ancient timber
into a celestial being
Steps
carry your troubles
down to the river
wash them away
Abode
time and weather
downed the tree and birdhouse
chipmunk’s new abode
Expansion
as the marsh
whispered her secrets
the water spun light into gold
Forest Fashion
the old stump boasts
a green velvet cloak
These Things
the rock, the stump
the birch bird house
these are the things
that stand in winter
Frost Beard
The stump
wears a stubble of frost
autumn’s five o’clock shadow
Embrace
fingers of moss
entwine the old tree
a lover’s goodbye embrace.
Renewal
Adorned with angel wings
the color of the sky and ringed with time
the stump slowly returns to its beginning
by nurturing its mother – earth.
Stump
The stump of an oak grows a miniature forest,
a mountain with moss trees for insects to scale.