Each day is different. You never know what you’ll see. Old trail, new haiku.
What an impostor
Standing among the tall pines
Not a tree but art
Cracked, leaning over
Resting on another’s limbs
Creaking, hanging on
Following a trail
Of animal prints in snow
Led us to some poo.
Pileated pecks
While snow delicately plinks
A winter duet
I heard a knocking
On whitened trees, looked up, and
Caught snow in my face.
Hairy yesterday.
Downy today. Tomorrow
Who will peck for me?
Hairy woodpecker
Persistently pecks and pecks
I pause for picture
Winds howl and birds tweet,
Flying and dancing on gusts.
Tree creaks. I turn back.
Biting, blustery
Frigid wind freezes and frosts
In spite of the sun
Strange swirls on a root
Remind me to head back home
To cinnamon rolls
Fluffy white flurries
Leave a dusting of crystals
On the leafy earth
It’s in our nature
To discover joy and love
And peace in nature
Fresh chips on the ground
Giant holes in nearby trunk
Woodpecker was here
White pine or pitch pine?
Better to classify trees
Instead of people
Walking and swimming
Through the half frozen wetlands
Lots of dabbling ducks
Blue sky on wet ice
A winter rainbow of sorts
As the sun comes out
Holding onto leaves
For how long? Is it normal?
In January?
Winter rain drizzles
A missed opportunity
For beautiful snow
Stopping to listen
To what the birds had to say
Siren interrupts
Marbleized mushrooms
Surrounded by winter whites
On bed of brown leaves
Fairies fortify
Woodpecker sounds its alarm
Did they hear the news?
Tree hollow for rent:
Arched entryway and pond view
Welcome mat of snow
Reaching up and out.
Spreading roots and seed. Bending.
Fallen. Decomposed.
Leaves crinkle and swish
Icy snow crunches and pops
As I walk the trail
Sometimes it takes more
Than sun on an icy pond
To quiet the mind
Fairies hid, ducks flew
Trump’s friends stormed the Capitol
While we walked in peace
My eyes saw flurries
But my ears heard tink-plink-tink.
Sleet? Snow? I don’t know.
It’s raining wood chips.
Pileated woodpeckers
In the winter sun
Had an adventure
With ice breaking tree hugger
In search of ravine.
Trees swayed in the wind
Way above us an owl rocked
In nature’s cradle.
We walked in the woods,
My son spreading New Year’s cheer.
Did the forest hear?