Written at the cabin
The serrated line of a ragged horizon.
The Smooth edge of a river stone.
Water, surging through a channel too small.
A mirrored lake with its placid coves.
The eagle drafting hot summer breezes.
The fledgling fallen from its cozy nest.
A pleasant walk along a wooded path.
A Creature, wounded, bleeding, pursued.
The iridescent colors of the dragonfly.
The naked landscape in the dead of winter.
A raincloud, black, moody, ominous.
A Sunbeam burning through a morning haze.
The melodic voice of the wood thrush.
The annoying rant of a crow.
The Great I AM.