snow holds to the leaf
the leaf holds to the branch
the branch holds to the tree
as spirit holds to thee
Tiny Snowy Pine
in winter’s white silence
it spoke of peace and love
Weaving
branches and weeds
a tapestry
woven on the loom of time
Diamond Woods
sunlight on frost
the woods bejeweled
and glittering
Thanksgiving Woods
the harmony of everything
resounds in the woods
on thanksgiving and all days
Dinosaur Birch
resting in the woods
massive muscular legs
roots her to the earth
Rock Roses
when the leaves fall
the rock blooms roses
Granite Kiss
eternal
adoration
for the woods
Sanctity
sacred
are the autumn woods
a ritual of colors
Wood Blossoms
Fungi flowers
transform the last
of the tree’s energy.
Harlequin
Court jester of the woods
tree with harlequin bark.
Openness
The outside lives in
the house by the woods
that has no walls.
Shy
watching from the woods
a gentle soul
gages her safety
Ribbon
What force turned this tree into a ribbon?
Is it the same force the enables it to still stand?
Assurance
When daffodils bloom
spring is a certainty.
Magic Carpet
Soft enough for fairy feet
a luxuriant moss
carpets the woodlands.
In The Distance
On the far side of the horizon
summer makes her plans for us.
Between
Between the seasons
a quiet pause
as the earth sighs.
Three Posts
At the edge of the woods
stand three posts on which to hitch
your worries, your troubles, your cares.
You’ll find you won’t need them when you return.
Excursion
The air is as brisk as it is blue.
The work to reach the rise is well worth the view.
Wardrobe
Dressed in shadows and light
effortlessly trees wear
every moment of every season.
Sharing Solitude
The owl gazed
into my soul
and left me whole
Fortitude
With only its curvature telling its story
a tree rights itself against unseen forces.
Snow Cones
Golden leaves filled with sparkle
a winter delicacy of the woodland fairies.
Bygone Days
Keeping nothing in and no one out
the wall wanders the mountain
dreaming of open fields and hand plows.
Silent Music
In the quiet white of flakes descending
my heart beats in perfect rhythm
with the universe.
Teaching Tree
Reshaped by time and weather
my mentor on the mountain
asks me to look deeper and see through.
Slope
Many Mountains
When I know
the shapes in the distance
I know where I am.
Nearness
You know the divine.
It radiates light and calls you to it.
Sometimes its name is beauty.