palisades shrouded in mist
its sacredness seeps into my bones
and I stand in reverence
If The Liminal Could Be Seen
Unseen Work
beneath the snow
revealed by the sun
spring has already begun
Comfort
the web of life
seen and unseen
always holding us together
Unseen Seen
with in a web
of black and white
complexities of grey
Surface Diving
beneath
what is seen
symmetrical rings