At the sacred spot
you will reach a delicate fence
of frost frozen flowers.

Out of the Woods


Suddenly sunlight
and the meadow appears.
The dark treacherous trail
becomes a gentle winding path.


Coming upon the cairn in the woods
I knew we were still traveling together.
I added one stone for the two of us
and saw the face of a wise, knowing owl.


Awaken when the woodpecker knocks.
Birdsong accompanies the noontime meal.
Eagle’s cries announce the surrender of day to dusk.


At the onset the way seems straight forward
but just out of sight are the dips, rises, swerves and curves
that transform a trip into a journey.

Autumn Tracks

Clickity clack away rode summer.
The whisper and crunch of leaves
is the sound of Fall’s journey.