oak molars
chomp
the granite foundation
Wooden Teeth
Wood From Wood
and so the mushroom
replicates
the tree’s rings of life
No Two The Same
of each individual design
seen by the naked eye
On The Stairs
a starry night
beneath our feet
Cousins
so blooms
the wood rose
Winter Outerwear
wears a brocade cape
of leaves and fruit and vines
More Precious For The Wear
even as life
takes from us
our beauty remains
Fallen Maple
we will remember
her sweetness
when she warms us
this winter
Sugar Wood
stacked last July
in hopes and preparation
for this year’s syrup making
Standing Seam
on the south side
winter zig zags
towards spring
We Don’t Let The Weather Slow Us Down
generations
of tractor seats
adorn the family barn
Decay’s Bouquet
stump blooms
a wood rose
flowering of fungi
Reminiscences
hollow in the old tree
holding memories
of yesterdays
Found
barn looks out
leaf looks in
seen in the meeting
Oh Tannenbaum
nearly tall enough
to be topped by
a real star
Fleeting Forever
kindling beauty
the birch branch pile
nature’s ephemeral immortality
Wood Star
time transforms
the ancient timber
into a celestial being
Thee of Tree
all the ways
of being
residing together
Wood Bone
sun bleached
tree’s remains
the landscape’s carcass
Parting Gift
sunflower
leaves her sunshine
behind
Oxblood Clapboard
use it up
wear it out
make it do
or do without
The Life of Healing
near the heart
remains evidence
of a dark jagged year
that had to be grown around
Knock, knock
knocking on wood
his volume belies
his diminutive size
Fences
keeping out
and keeping in
the work of wire and wood
Delphinium on Oak
summer echoes
in the single bud
fallen from the vase
Accumulation
fall is for gathering
wood into stacks
and sheep into flocks
Window to the World
life passes through
memories remain
storehouse of stories
The Island of Vermont
Landlocked and wooden
this moai
is a tree deity.
Passing Through
In her twilight years
the old barn shelters
wind and memories.
Destination
Through the dried grass
the wooden path
leads to winter.
