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.
September’s astonishing blue sky is for you.
Delicate lichen blossoms on stone are for you.
All of nature’s beauty awaits you.
The flower has turned to pod
the warmth of the sun belies the bite in the breeze
In the garden everything finds its rightful home
a stone is sheltered by a mass of blooms
and so it should be.