November 19



Two roads diverged in a wintery wood

They will converge again with different tales

One trail to the creek, one between hardwoods

One should keep your feet dry, boulders to scale

Other entails wet rocks hops and strong deadwood

Each would be a challenge, now to pick a trail


(A Wreathed Sestet with a nod to Robert Frost)

April 9

Photo by Carl J Fichter

Rock Garden


Walking flat gray gravel trail hand in hand

Soft sound of ground crunching under boots

Taking in the sights along the creek and land

Observing from the canopy to roots

Trekking slowly from hilltop to wetlands

Hearing birds and their chirps, caws and toots

Suddenly something grabs my attention

The names of the plants I can’t help but mention.


A rock garden rises next to the trail

Distracting, attracting, enchanting me

Maroon, bright green, blue covering gray shale

No flowers yet to attract the bee

Petite young leaves are anything but frail

Colors and textures abound early

On this cool gray day these are welcome sites

Nature’s vertical rock garden delights.


(An Ottava Rima Poem)