Keyhole

the aperture
through which
time and seasons pass

I Saw

the hollyhock
listening
to time fleeting

Lantern In The Woods

a welcome
for wanderers
in the wild

Trust

enter the mystery
of today’s
exquisite unknown

Standing

in this stillness
the passage
of perpetuity

Mountain Through the Trees

granite post marks
the old entrance
passageway to spring

Ancients

these limbs embrace
each season’s passage
cradling the transient now