invite

the play of squirrels

morning invites us

into the trees

moons

quiet water

as it comes and goes

this life of moons

heat

winter dawns breath by breath this heat

chores

chores undone

as if to remind me

woodpecker

comedy

restless treetops

a hawk's cry becomes

a comedy of jays

river

river sunrise

everything that can

is singing

somewhere

butterfly nebula

somewhere above me

the sound of cranes

today

christmas moon

today the breeze gave me

a yellow butterfly

rings

growth rings

a child sings her way

around a tree

moving day

moving day

my shadow by the pond

one last time

heartwood

the ancient scent

of the first cut

. . heartwood

bones

the bones of trees

seasons from now

still the crows

first

a river's song

darkness settles first

in its stones 

rainbow

marina sun

wavelets come ashore

as rainbows

traffic

rush hour traffic

a white dog reaches

the other side

pretend

my missing pen

the cat pretends sleep

on a winter's eve

enough

mist without end

soon it will be

cold enough

glow

desert night

a constellation of tents

glows yellow

grand

deep canyon

the grand voice

of a tiny wren

way

where trails meet

the way moss goes

the other way

twisted

untwisting

after the child

the twisted swing

steps

adding spring

to these winter steps

a seagull's cry

stranger

storm clouds

billowing in the wind

a stranger's coat

sip

trail weary

the first sip of wine

aged twenty miles

home

holiday shopping

returning home

to a hermit thrush

blues

sunday eve

the blues moan softly

across the pond

become

wind chimes stir

sparrows become

a flock of leaves

unknowns

unknowns

waiting for the wind

to cry again

reeds

late autumn

the sound of reeds

when everyone's gone

one

one owl

the night sings

loneliness

bare

a fox screams

to a bare forest

night of shadows

part

before me a doe enters the glen part shadow part sun