we journey
towards each other
open hearted
May It Be Every Day
Whispers Of Adieu
new slant of light
the colors start
as summer slips away
Lift Your Eyes
and see
how trees reach
for heaven
Where The Light Gets In
true togetherness
resides in those little spaces
we honor between us
No Need For Nails
when architects are trees
the fallen a log bridge
a root an arch
Believe
despite the enormity
of the big dark woods
and the smallness of our feet
we can find our way through
The Bridge
hear the sound of dog steps
joyfully crossing
back and forth
Bear’s Binoculars
dropped
at the sighting
of this winter’s den
The Rooted Path
tree roots lattice the path
gentle stairs we ascend
in our journey towards the light
Watching Light Dance On The Water
deep in the quiet woods
by the unhurried water
my soul rejuvenates
Into The Woods
follow the path
then make your own
the woods are truly home
The House Next Door
amongst the trees
their roof sheltering unknown
happinesses and heartbreak
Taking Form
the woods
are full of questions
finding their full shape
Spring Cleaning
moss and fern
drinking light
purifying the air
Together
we walk through shadows
and last years leaves
determining a path to the future
Two Trees Crossed Like Skis
that secret place
we found
where winter welcomes spring
March Teases Us With Spring
one day hinting at spring
then overnight
delivering more winter
Primary Network
the landscape
an elaborate system
sharing data and social connections
Ascending
snowflakes climb the trees
each limb a rung
on the ladder back to heaven
The Old Oak’s Salutations
the old oak
in an elegant turn
of welcome and farewell
Filagree Of Trees
the snow like time
tracing and embracing
every detail
Seeking Light
the lantern’s light
imagined
is light enough
Persist
hold your dreams
as tenderly as
the leaf cradles snow
Woodland Tapestry
all the movement
and colors of fall
woven into this moment
In The Playhouse
frontier settlers
are making mud pies
for ranch hands
Breakfast For Dinner
forest breakfast nook
pancakes sprouted
by the maple tree
Reaching Past The Rooftops
ambition
is the weed’s
decree
The Sun And The Moon
before the moon
was done
the sun had begun
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thin line of a bird
flying in the space
where night meets day
Open Space
the days expand
mid-mornings linger
the feeling grows
that there is time enough
Azalea In Spring
spring’s verdant touch
awakens the valley
so many beginnings
the universe unfolding