Tree towering to the Mind’s Eye

NYMPH in clearing tilts head for rustle of circling trees. Is she
SPECK? No, her grave task is sensing all that falls in forest’s ambit.
FERAL folk appraise mere lumber—yet she knows
OVOID seed for stately redwood, sees it tower in beauty and witness centuries.

Stopover on Mt. Nebo

FATAL end inevitably arrives, yet cannot speak the final word.
REEDY shore spares a boy for future task and still the journey ends at Nebo’s judgment
POINT, promised land beheld, but barred. Divine
REHAB, shaming death, will raise him to a greater promise.

Present and Future

OTHER shore crossed to at the end, what may I discover?
QUIRK of living darkens vision of that haven: at dusk I enter
RELAY station, at dawn I wake to think I’m home.
SAVVY trekker–will I be?–can guard each step, yet lift gaze to far horizon.