Babe in the Woods

Setting Sun in Forest

Lost in the forest
Brushing aside yellow leaves
A setting sun drifts
Yearning for my seaside town
I taste wet salt on my lips


Two Odes to Bear Mountain

Bear Mountain
photo credit: T. Wong @ redgladiola


Three horizons:
two hills in front as I know them
and another one behind.

Where it touches the sky,
a third range of blue shadow:
the train of night
not quite fallen away.


From the highest
point, not even a bird.
The silence pristine
and I, another boulder or tree.