Lighting The Way

winter raised
her red flamed torches
showing us the path

Through

finally seen
the exit
from darkness

Two Chairs On The Path

together we sit
and wait for fall’s
parade of color

Alone With Everything

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

When Paths Diverge

some times
the deepest connection
is made alone

Mystic Path

September morning
the green path
leads dreams into day

Walkway

after a petal rain
the polka dot path
leads home