In The Dirt

a tiny
call for joy
the day transformed

Alone With Everything

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

Needles and Thread

evergreen thread
stitching together
each season to the next

Humility

flakes as light as air
and still the humble pine
bows deeply to winter

Spot Light

found by the light
or light from within
a beacon

Shooting Up

late spring
growth spurt
adolescent pine

Sentinel

cement sentry
even in sleep
a watchful guardian