my secret bower

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sitting in the forest

among the great pines

I feel so inspired by

the old gentle giants

of the northern woods

 

a needle canopy above

a needle-woven carpet

on the ground beneath

a secret bower indeed

 

they all stand around

like wise old friends

 

they seem aware of me

as we exchange breath

 

they’d never judge me

 

they truly welcome me

but I think that they

wonder why a creature

like me would want to

sit among them always

scribbling scribbling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

favorable wind

leaving leaves

the season had ended

the leaves had descended

and I was to rake

them away

so I went out at dawn

to my leaf-covered lawn

when a favorable wind

came my way

now my leaves were

blown high

in the blustery sky

while I leaned on my rake

all the day

and I think that it’s been

quite a favorable wind

but my neighbors don’t

see it that way