
A dead tree offers opportunities to observe above.
Nearby alarm calls ring out as a warning of your presence.
Patience and perseverance are needed to help you daily.

A dead tree offers opportunities to observe above.
Nearby alarm calls ring out as a warning of your presence.
Patience and perseverance are needed to help you daily.

Cold clear waters flowing East, carrying past, present, future.
A couple floating atop this world, seeking a new haven.
Soon they will create a new world for themselves in the warm Spring.

A small meadow holds an unassuming tree of short stature.
The short tree holds a flat stone of age and origin unknown.
The flat stone holds seeds for friends to live another Winter day.

A bright sunny morning, clear blue skies reflecting on the snow.
Slate-grey feathers betray small movements made in search of a meal.
Finding food, pausing to enjoy, briefly forgetting the cold.

A bright Winter morning, clear and cold enough to stir the soul.
Half hidden by juniper, peering out to the world, waiting.
Waiting in the cold for season change, to sing your song of Spring.

A cold Winter afternoon brings a chill, yet you face the wind.
Sitting still, you soak up what little heat the Sun offers you.
Rest and sleep in preparation for tonight and tomorrow.

In a thicket of trees and hedges, stands a tree near a trail.
This little tree holds a flat stone, placed for a special purpose.
Passing by the flat stone, ask yourself: have you paid the seed tax?

Early morning, floating together in a calm pool of cold.
Somewhere between sleeping and waking, each of you stirs awake.
A new day has begun, or perhaps we are in one long dream.

A snowy morning on a cold river and a chance meeting.
One expected in warmer climes, the other home on a farm.
Seeking freedom from expectations, both follow a new path.

Concealed among a tangle of bare branches, heard before seen.
Curious and observant, now out in the open waiting.
The opportunity to eat has come, swooping in for more.