The Woodpecker

plumpness
as preparation
for winter

The Woods

still at rest
lichen
the only green

Braile

the old tree’s message
is read
by the wind

Still Life

cold holds together
the elements
of March’s mosaic

Tall Tales Told

I stood with the trees
listening to them
share their stories

Praise

upon a tree
a lichen rose
praise to anything that grows

The Artist At Play

nature
in her paint box
the intrepid unexpected

Iconic Pollinator

so many years
we’ve missed you
how good to see you back

Little Orange Village

fairies
destination vacation
spot

Companions

wild beauty
on the fence rail
a compliment to flowering weeds

Frills And Polka Dots

found
on the ground
dropped forrest accessory

Fireworks

amidst
lichen sparklers
explosions of red

Stopped

silence falls
where there was song
shy bird

Granite and Lichen

ancient friends
in company since
the beginning of time

Wood Star

time transforms
the ancient timber
into a celestial being

Aspiration

rock and lichen
give rise to
new life’s watch tower

After The Dance

the skirt ruffle lost
evidence of
fairies’ spring fling

Mosaic

there go
the trees again
making art from life

Together

nothing in common
but proximity of place
root enough for community

Storm

so many clouds, a driving rain
a storm was grown
upon the tree