THE SOUNDS OF SPRING

The woods wake. Sounds betray its secrets. Rustling leaves make one start – could it be snakes or chipmunks?   The wind teases the trees, still budding. Birds warble from the treetops. If I could only linger.   Footfalls echo on the sylvan grounds. The whisper of butterflies on air held all spellbound. The photosContinue reading “THE SOUNDS OF SPRING”

A CONVERSATION WITH THE WOODS

I leave you my footsteps quietly resting on the pine needles carpeting your floor Conceal them in the cracks of the earth from where your trees and flowers grow for me to retrieve upon my return I leave you my shadows hiding behind the trees among the leaves unfurling, greening in the ever warming sunContinue reading “A CONVERSATION WITH THE WOODS”