
The very best place to be
when life is difficult for me
is a hop atop Toad’s wild ride,
stalwart Badger by my side. Continue reading

The very best place to be
when life is difficult for me
is a hop atop Toad’s wild ride,
stalwart Badger by my side. Continue reading

I dig my toes into the carpet
like tree roots. Continue reading

My dragging feet find
note cards from the multi-verse
with its stanzas of seasons,
rhyming couplets of colors, Continue reading

hope rises like heat
like a balloon let go
like prayers Continue reading

still maiden
sentinel spruces enfold
green glen, act three Continue reading

Wheels crunching gravel,
we ventured off paved roads
to find our hearts beat
in the wild places Continue reading

If I were a bee,
this is where I’d be. Continue reading

At dawn, rain started
with a few quiet drops,
like the whisper of dandelion
seeds, sticky with wishes. Continue reading

Trip-trap
along the path
finding dust,
twigs, bees
and green
dappled light
betwixt the trees. Continue reading

Greening glade
seems still and quiet,
but it’s a magic circle
where birds sing
incantations Continue reading

If looks can kill,
this plant wouldn’t,
although, it’s bold, rash
and may drive riddle
readers mad. Continue reading

How do trees feel
in the moment
they flower? Continue reading