Nature

Love comes to me in your every response.
You show me clearly what you feel inside.
You know...

I love the woods.
I love to hike.
I hate litter.

I walk to the parking lot
of...

A dull mist settles upon your arrival - a damp fog. A cold so callace it seeps beneath my bones, aching to...

Myth calls me dust.
Invasive at best. A coating of
Insignificance in the Grand Design....

the autumn leaf has fallen
from glory
gone is the green,
naivity..
tacking down...

I look out my window in Medford Oregon
at the unnaturally dark smoke-filled skies

...

​​​​​​ As I sat behind the lonely brittle oak tree I held my breathe, and focused on everything around me...

​​​​​​ As I sat behind the lonely brittle oak tree I held my breathe, and focused on everything around me...

We were lost in the woods
Searching for Mr Badger
The snow was falling;
When...

Oh is such the scent
Of the blanket of rotting leaves
Still wet and damp, so flat
...

The wings of old autumn have a flux
And their hesitation an old ornate orange-ness
And the...

When you are around there are cloudless skies !
I am always held hostage to those tearless eyes....

love walking along the sea wall,
the boats,
the ship's,
we see them all.
carved...