wind rustles the leaves–
a different song in autumn
than it played in June
Breathless Woods Haiku
in the breathless woods
I hear the treetops rustling
and I am at peace
Breathing Trees Haiku
cool breath of the trees
pulls me into shade beyond
the hot July sun
On the Morning Walk Haiku
the trees in the swamp
glow yellow and red. the trees
on the hill, still green
March 7 Haiku: Rising Sap, First Warm Day of Spring
hug the trees awake
feel the sap rising within
outside, no jacket
Haiku: July Sky Trees
supine under trees
latticework of green, blue sky
doing the yin work
Yin Work (From Treehouse Chronicles)
“If someone climbs quietly up to the treehouse and peeks at me through the window while I’m working, they may think I’m merely taking a nap. This is a part of the work of solitude, part of being with me. Thinking, considering, observing, pondering–these are the tools of my trade and occasionally they have to be wielded lying down with my cap pulled over my eyes.”
— Peter Lewis, Treehouse Chronicles: One Man’s Dream of a Life Aloft. See the treehouse
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