I face the east and usually watch the sun rise.
This evening the sun sets to my back
lighting up all that lies in front of me...
And like the leaves I let go
and welcome
the coming winter.
Beech
Gratitude today
for my tree friends
- for their grounded ways
-always releasing,
always stretching
sometimes
in beautiful hues of color
sometimes
silently in the dark
earth.
Spider
Spiders Web
Visible
Fragility
A great paradox
Of strength
Unseen
Except
In flashes
Of sunlight
And only
On the
Softest
of breezes.
One Year Ago
I solved a longtime natural mystery of who makes the sonar call this time of year.
The hermit thrush is back
Looking back to see what I was looking at this time last year...
Breath...
Patterns...
