snow legislates
the quiet
of the woods
To End Is To Begin
fresh light
fell on New Year’s Day
shadows came and had their say
Abridged
time crosses slowly
December’s snowy bridge
sojourn to the far side of remembering
To Thine Own Self
each inclined
toward truth in self
such freedoms in the field
Outlier
snow balanced on limbs
daring the wind
to draw new silhouettes
Happen By
colors sang
old songs of joy
for all who happened by
Finery
winter etches
all the fine edges
into landscape and memory
Emerald Wall
barrier embraced
hard edges softened
by a majesty of moss
Wild
herd
of birch gathers
in the zebra woods
Field’s Erudition
solitary walk
a revelation of light
darkness cannot hold
Summer Games
dappled and darting
sunbeams and birch trees
play tag in the woods
Found Again
walk in the woods
with sunlight and fairies
Eden has not been lost
Hallow Hollow
in the hollow
was his holiness
blessing sacred ground
Commencement
inspired by the field
hardwoods commence their leafing
as the landscape sighs in green
Convocation
at the bridge
quaker ladies rally
sojourn to the spring woods
The Music Played
concert at the vernal pond
the flutist serenades
obligate and facultative inhabitants
Spot Light
found by the light
or light from within
a beacon
The Way
uncertain if
my path is the way
suddenly guidance appears
Text
it is written
that we are here
to nourish one another
Smokehouse
the cure
for hunger
is preservation
Permission
as ice gives its form to water
permission is granted to wander
Steps to Change
in the woods
the corner waited
to be turned
Opening
seat of knowledge
where the rock split
Buddha sits
Up and Across
each trunk and branch
points the way
no wrong turns
only new paths
Spent
in the brotherhood
of the woods
support is found
Cenotaph
every season
leaves an inscription
in lichen lettering
Middle Way
deep in the woods
on the path
leads the Buddha
Together
little house
in the snowy woods
by the rock walls stood
The Black and White of Mountain Snow
winter lays bare
the precise location
of each passing moment
In The Sleepy Woods
trees dream in misty green
of heaven’s touch and fairy rings