A gravel bar beach between rocks on a stream
That flows thru a forest of lichen and moss.
The waters – ice cubed and so perfect and clean
Like dew on a web or a window of frost.
Water pools on the way, maybe snow in the shade
A branch lies there broken – it buds but no leaves.
Earth, water, sun equals life being made
A hidden place, untamed, with a beauty that breathes.
A ruffle of feathers – green shoots from a fern
Old whispers of wind that pass under a log.
Brown bark edged with black from a lightning burn
Time moves slowly on in the ooze by the bog.
The scent of a pine grown close to the lake
Boughs dancing so slowly – wind – rows on the blue.
All belonging together like layers of cake
The reason frogs sing – being part of the crew.
Praise God – so much to be thankful for!