in the hollow
was his holiness
blessing sacred ground
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it is written
that we are here
to nourish one another
Trinity of Trunks
experience, strength and hope
rise
from a single source
Passage
this is the way
through the dark and the grey
past winter’s long night and into the light
Hunting
concentrated stillness
the stalking
of sunshine
Made
highlights
of light snow
March’s art nouveau
Spent
in the brotherhood
of the woods
support is found
Discovery
from the river’s surface
the tree looked up at me
delivering heaven at my feet
Surrender
a tender pink sky
softened the world
strife surrendered
Rain of Gold
thrown from a rainbow
the pot of gold
drenches the old oak tree
Behold
the light
of fog and frost
incarnation of hope
Where Moments Meet
beside the birch
I watched the pond
illuminate the mysteries of time
Entry to the Realm of Spirits
hollowed through
passage to
the other side
Recipient
everything
that was needed
was given in abundant grace
Each Day New
the day wakes
light yawns across the valley
creation is never done
October Glory
the light
was as thick as honey
its sweetness coated the day
Spirit Guide
always nearby
awaiting notice
guiding the way
Exhibit
an abstract installation
adorned the old oak tree
the mushroom’s artistry
Remembrance
solid as stones
the memories
carried
Rise
alone
with everything
between the clouds
Prosperity of Petals
exquisite elegance
the flowering tree
animates abundance
Just
as the tree
shades the ground
a quiet mind
cultivates the soul
Unfurling
the birch presents her alabaster skin
to springs gentle administrations
Knock, knock
knocking on wood
his volume belies
his diminutive size
Willow Gold
a cupola wears
the willow’s crown
of golden glory
Cardinal
fulfilling ecclesiastical duties
of bearing beauty and witness
carrying divinity’s spirit
In The Interval
the birch
wears feathers
while waiting for leaves
Glimmer
glinting ice
in the snowy field
a wink from spring
Favorite
loved best
the birch wears
a coat of many colors
Gathering of Bohemians
wanderers rest
finding rhapsody
in the crabapple tree