The Staples of Life

It's a mystery how the Willow forgives,

How the Oak provides,

How the Maple illuminates...

Illuminates my soul.

There is beauty all around us.

Sweet green shade for me

Leaves a blanket of warmth for

The growing seedlings in the

Darkest days of Winter.

Standing alone they are

Joined beneath the rich

Black soil interlocked root to root.

The beauty is too much for me!

I can't stand it!

Smells of wood and fern beckon me.

Rough bark with fuzzy soft pussies entice me.

Home to furry critters and winged neighbors invite me.

Here is where I am MOST at Home