Wearing Rings Like Saturn

from the forest floor
emerges
another universe

Winter Outerwear

the forest
wears a brocade cape
of leaves and fruit and vines

Another Gift Freely Given


a generous benefactor
the forest’s shade
on a hot summer day

Four Of The Eight Spots

the forest warden
wears
orange epaulets

Black Rock


big slice of
flourless chocolate cake
a forest sized serving

The Truth Of Scale


the proportion between
bird box and forest trees
makes me right sized

Green Centurions


regiment of pines
establishing the frontline
in the waning autumn light

The Leaves’ Lullaby


a song
made of silence
in the falling hush

Alone With Everything


down the soft pine needle path
amidst the tall tall trees
the breeze accompanies me

In The Enormous Woods There Perches A Tiny Soul


feathered emerald
the size
of a birch leaf

Painted Trillium


rare beauty
she blooms mostly
for the forest’s delight

Author, Author


the forest writes
her under-story with
a fern-pod feather plume

Each Leaf In Its Own Time


the landscape
fills
with color

Trust


enter the mystery
of today’s
exquisite unknown