The bur cucumber
Winds its way
Across fence lumber
An annual vine
Hairy stems that twine
Flowers licked by bees
Spiny fruits don’t please
(A Cromorna Poem)
What is it like to be hiking along a creek in the Vermont woods late on a June afternoon?
(A Terse Verse Poem)
With my sweetheart Wandering winded along a
Winding wooded path of
Waving wild flowers in the
Warming weather without
Worry and wearing wonder welcoming the
Wisdom of this wildflower wilderness and
Woodland with towering white oak.
(A Tongue Twister Poem)
Early morning I go
Into deep snow
Traversing woods aglow
Wondering what is below
Grateful the going is slow
Appreciating the show.
(A Monorhyme Poem)
I See A Smile
New white hat of
(A Lanturne Poem)
Change is on the way
Skunk cabbage! The first sign that spring
Is just a few sunsets away,
It’s mottled flowers reminding
To set the clocks forward timing
Transition to new kinds of play.
Near time to stow board and bindings
Pull tent and bike from where they stay
Prepare for warm weather hiking.
Don’t yet put snow gear in hiding
Maybe we’ll still have a snow day.
(A Copla Real Poem)
Went for a short winter wander
The empty trails make me ponder
Why aren’t folks outside
(A Clogyrnach Poem)
Woodland Hike on a Warm Winter Day
Boot prints, paw prints, bike tracks
Damp fall leaves not yet decomposed
Ice in the most shady and tucked away spots
Rocks in the trail decorated with the dried patterns of sneakers and boots.
Frozen waterfalls slowly eroding in warming drops.
Layers of fleece and wool and down.
Hiking boots laced tight
Pant legs folded up three turns.
Slippery trails filled with people and
Dogs on leashes
Bright blue sky
Rock climbers on belay
Cliff drops above
Creek burbles and winds and runs below.
Sliding down to shore, hoisting up to ridge
Red brown rocks
(A list poem)