bestowing sweetness
with grace
delicacy belies her strength
Like A Goddess
Ways Of Water
still flowing
but slower
still drawing
with sunlight
Trunks Of Knowledge
where the birch are gathered
they talk amongst themselves
sharing the wisdom of their society
Evergreens
as colors wane
the pines step forward
offering their constant camaraderie
Never Lonely
two by two
horses and ponies
exponential companionship
Lace Maker
the log
dressed up for fall
a collar of frilly fungi
The Happenstance Of Circumstance
this side so lush and green
autumn on the opposite shore
place dictates everything
Roads To Winter
in the darkness
and the scarcity
there will also be beauty
In The Sweet
autumn leaves
coated with
honeyed autumn light
Hearts Abound
seed pods and sugar houses
share the same wish
love, love, love
Steel Steed
forever galloping
through the seasons
of the meadow
Skedaddle
back to the deep woods
as the sun rises
bug hunter hunted
In The Quietude
here at this river bend
the past is behind me, the future in front
and I am centered in the current of now
Rise
crows ascend
from the field feeding
only the hungriest linger
Mirth In The Woods
it started as a giggle
and grew into a guffaw
the laughter of this log
Dawning
traveling with the morning light
the mountain revealed through the trees
then the pond shrugs off her shawl of pink mist
so tenderly begins this day
The Days Move Fast
chasing the last of summer
through the young woods
the sun’s rays always just out of reach
Ballet Alfresco
the meadow allegro
in her pink tutu
unopened blooms a pas de deux
Color And Light
between the clouds and mist
blue and light sneak in
feeding souls and seeds
Hearing Hooves
the sound of branches
breaking in the woods
that’s the stallion running in
Welcome Wild Neighbors
garden in the woods
a birdbath to feed
hawk and deer
Into The Woods
past the garden’s edge
the light in the woods
an invitation to more
A Fleeting Fame
duet of iris
took their moment
in the sun
Mountain Flower
blooming in the woods
for the delight
of trees
Openings
between the heron and the house
morning wanders across the meadow
charming the new day
Winding Path
the finest way to travel
is meandering
making the path as you go
How A Hearth Makes A Home
the woods are our walls
and the floor a carpet of forget-me-nots
we use the sky as ceiling and heaven as the roof
Shadow And Light
in their differences
how they amplify and echo
each other
Near The Beaver Dam
beside the water’s current
a stillness settles on
that savors the day’s tranquility
Magic Carpet
just to stand upon it
you have already ridden
to your fantastical destination