Fallen timber watched over by standing kin in solitude.
Circles of destruction and creation spinning round and round.
Who is the seeker creating through destruction: us or them?
Creative Seeker
Pileated Woodpecker
Pecking Today
Hidden amongst the wooden towers, great and small[ - old and young.
One stands tall and alone, offering up many tomorrows.
What can be done but to peck away at the moments of today.
Knock-Knock
The knocking of wood echoing throughout the Winter forest.
Searching for treasures hidden among the morning shadows.
What will be revealed but the spirit of the one searching?
Woodworker
Striking away at the present moment, focusing on now.
The future in front, the past flew away over your shoulder.
Where is the present moment, but all around you now waiting.
Trifecta
Echoes of hammering through the forest: searching for next meals.
Feathers of black, white, red: spots and stripes surround and show others.
From tree to tree, the search continues to find out who you are.
Pecking for Food
A cool damp morning, searching for hidden food beneath the bark.
To find what you are seeking, you must go beneath the surface.
To go beneath the surface, you need to know what you’re seeking.
Memories of Familiarity
Each new morning, the search for a meal takes you from place to place.
Some places appear familiar and some places appear new.
You’re never sure because memories fade and blend together.