new wonders
on old paths
the magic of snow
Made New
Fairies Ascension
tiny feet will climb
the fern leaf ladder
to their tree stump castle
The Still Green Path
wander along the waning meadow
beside busy insects gathering
and seeds scattering
The Overlook
mornings are meant
for wandering
and wondering
What If?
we let wonder
unfurl as easily
as questions
Reawakened
when my flame of awe flickers
nature’s beauty
fans it back to fire
At The Edge Of A New Day I Wonder
what spirits reside
in that rising mist
what will they teach today?
The Wonder Of Suggestion
precious and delicate
even the thought
of a new beginning
Innocence
the look of wonder
delicate hooves stepping
out of shadow into light
Wonder
the world is frozen
and yet
everything’s in motion
Curlicues
each frond
a question
just forming
Into The Blue
if I lift my arms
will I be able to fly?
With Childlike Wonder
the landscape expressed
the glittering shimmering
excitement of Christmas
Wonderment
sunlight sparkles on water
snowflakes descend to greet it
all kinds and conditions of magic
Beauty Made
every new snow
another masterpiece
of wonder
Magical Mysteriousness
pull the antler
door handle
to know
what resides within
Wonder of the Wallow
being one with
the great fertile earth
oh the magic of mud
Mallow’s Cousin
tropical wonder
who knew you
liked zone 4b
New
everything a wonder
the world
is brand new
History
the pinecone
elucidates the pine tree
on how things came to be
Covered
white brightness
blankets everything
in winter’s wonderland
Mysteriousness
What wonders are encased
in the spiny pod with the crown of thorns?
Picasso
Is it wonder or awe or angst that it shares?
Could it be a wooden reflection?