the woods makes
a frame of itself
inventing introspection
Borrowed View
As October Thins
color comes
leaves keep leaving
cold starts claiming space
To Become Light Itself
for trees no need to be seen
just the splendor of being
is more than enough
Remnants Of The Wind
carried to the ground
each a place holder
of this fine fall day
Little Red Mushrooms
vibrant spots of joy
in the browning landscape
Give What The Other Hasn’t
soft moss caresses
the hard edge of granite
this is how ease is made
The Wind At Your Back
a gentle guiding hand
encouraging
the moving forward
Magic
stop sign
tread slowly
fairyland ahead
The Cooling Pool
shoes off
slip into the soft silt
and cool caress
Rest In Peace
etched upon a fallen tree
another tree was drawn
a beetle’s careful epitaph
Rocky Way
the obstructed path
a lesson in
attention and intentionality
Down The River
only water knows
the future that lies
around the bend
The Day Stretched Out Before Us
its wonders
to be
discovered
Along A Curving Bank
the preciousness
of August water
conserved
Ferns So High
the understory
three feet tall
another hidden world
Reverence
the forest is full
of saints and saviors
wearing green halos
Unveiling Of Wonder
one finger of light
ignites
the sense of magic
Taste
my eyes
took the first bites
sweet then sour
Deep In The Green
the brook
dissolves into
a sea of foliage
A Ray Of Light Across The Brook
the stones
invite me
to walk on water
Bravery
to rise
into the unknown
choosing life
Discovered Deep In The Woods
the quern stone remains
speaking of long ago efforts
at homesteading
To Hold The Day
the pine’s
green fingertips
reaching out
Better Than Oz
my March wish granted
as far as the eye can see
the world is emerald green
Sighting A Sigh
the trees release
their shared held breath
in a long slow exhale of green
Like A Touch Of Whimsey
lovely lichen
delicately decorating
the understory
Horse And Garden
tools rest in the shed
by raised unmade beds
waiting for warmth to be trustworthy
We’ve Arrived
the day
blue and sparkling
banishing winter
Not Fiddleheads
but still these ferns
rise and play
spring’s lively tune
In The Still Dark Woods
that must be spring
off to the left
just out of view