my March wish granted
as far as the eye can see
the world is emerald green
Better Than Oz
Early Bird
meet the new day
like a robin with a mix
of persistence and hope
Held By The Season
abundance of leaf and petal
spring wraps
her shady arms around us
Sighting A Sigh
the trees release
their shared held breath
in a long slow exhale of green
Reading The Forested Landscape
a sunbeam reached down
and wrote the road
that told of summer
Before The Leafing Out
the green, green grass
and the dear blue sky
providing inspiration for the trees
Begin Again
the field by example
inspires the trees
to return to green
Fallen Giant
headstone of
roots and earth
an eloquent epitaph
The Mirrored World
at the river bank
we are given
fresh perspective
Medicine Tree
this totem birch
carved by time and decay
entwining healing and decline
The Light We’ve Been Waiting For
nudging
the sleeping woods
awake
Rush
the wait is over
the water freed
spring unleashed
Remain
when deep in dark shadows
I’ve learned to wait like a tree
for the sun’s inevitable light
Meeting Spot
inside the fire ring stones
the echos
of other travelers
Overnight
winter returned
like a stray cat
on the morning stoop
Cathedral
I stopped for worship
at the stained glass window
of tree roots and forest
Stone Ghost
the house dissolved
but the hearth, the heart
of home remains
Run Off
making a get away
snow melt
merges with the meadow
Home
inside a hollow
soft with rot
safety in the nesting spot
River Side
winter holds the river still
but the sun has returned
giving soft pine needle ground
Borrowed Wisdom
I stopped and
leaned against a tree
to learn how to be
Anticipation
the sky
a robin’s egg
incubating spring
Snow Shrine
held high in reverence
an offering to the sun
we pause in thanks and praise
As Winter Wanes
with memory
I overlay the landscape
with verdant pulsing greens
Snow Squid
in an ocean of snow
the tree becomes
tentacles and fin
Sunrise
greeted by
the wise eye
of the new day
Titivated Trees
each branch adorned
with a delicate extravagance
of twig made lace
The Ending Starts The Beginning
a return to origins
feeding the source with self
life circles and circles
Black And White
winter carves
sharp edges
into time
The Restlessness Of March
learning from the meadow
I will try to love
the still gray sky and stubborn snow