The back porch stairs
lead to the whole
of the wild woods and world.
Two trees at the entrance to the woods
mark the dividing line between sun and shade.
The shadow of a trinity of trees across rock
marks one of many spots to worship in the woods.
The February forest offers
ten thousand shades of grey,
haven for the mourning dove.
As the cold has settled deep into the ground
stillness has wrapped itself around the house
and both accentuate
the smallest of movements and quietest whispers of the heart.
She waits at the edge of the woods for Dudley, her dog friend.
Waiting to flash her tail to signal the start of their mountain romp.
But Dudley is not in the car as the doe seems to hope.
Dudley is in heaven now, running with the wind.
Beneath the bird feeder at the edge of the woods
is where the fairies set up their mushroom camp.