The shadow of a trinity of trees across rock
marks one of many spots to worship in the woods.
Grey
The February forest offers
ten thousand shades of grey,
haven for the mourning dove.
Window on Winter
As the cold has settled deep into the ground
stillness has wrapped itself around the house
and both accentuate
the smallest of movements and quietest whispers of the heart.
Dudley’s Deer
She waits at the edge of the woods for Dudley, her dog friend.
Waiting to flash her tail to signal the start of their mountain romp.
But Dudley is not in the car as the doe seems to hope.
Dudley is in heaven now, running with the wind.
Village
Beneath the bird feeder at the edge of the woods
is where the fairies set up their mushroom camp.
Crossing
Set down your troubles
at the foot bridge to the path
that leads deep into the woods
and let the wind carry them away.
Wood Star
Unearthed roots provide an abode for bugs and grubs.
New space for the saplings to grow in is made.
This is the forest’s shooting star.
