In the present moment.
Sycamore awaits the spring.
A miniature moss landscape entrances.
Where the ravens fly.
Two of a different kind.
Lichen and white pine find their place on a high ridge.
High on the eastern talus slopes.
Hemlock witness above the deep current.
Layers of earthen color shroud the end of a fallen oak limb.
Steadfast at the edge of the meadow.