Seasons Of The Canopy

Seasons Of The Canopy Once a patchwork of hues,Arms cradle grays and bluesAs winter’s frosty breezeSets free the last of leaves.Canopy, there is no moreFor it now carpets the floor. A’last the sun grows in strengthWhile the days grow in length.With the canopy still amissThe hidden become opportunists.A brilliant show of pinks and whitesDot theContinue reading “Seasons Of The Canopy”

Dearest Forest

Dearest Forest, I’ve loved our time together, Shared adventures in all the weather. Being among your trees Listening To the wind rustle the leaves On warm summer days. Watching Bare branches scrap and sway In the clear blue skies on winter days. Witnessing The miracle of buds to leaves Through the misty rains of spring.Continue reading “Dearest Forest”