A walk in the woods and the poem that results.

A handwritten poem to share

reorganizing and again, reorganizing

how do we leave our fingerprints

Because we all need a haiku from time to time.

The path of least carnage is the choice I am afraid.

A seasonal reminder

Where did she go?

Taking foals’ first steps, a wobbly-kneed venture, supported with which what-all they sent her.

When you can trade what was for what is, you can face today.

I am a full-on fan of the number five.

That green thumb of mine

the problem with dichotomy