
A true comforter,
with warm embracing shoulder,
the oak is a friend.

A true comforter,
with warm embracing shoulder,
the oak is a friend.

Hop jump and step up,
shoulder to shoulder we moveโ
as dancers, soldiers.

Shedding vanity,
marking the passing of timeโ
winter skeletons.

Photo bug sees all,
seizes opportunityโ
spider in waiting

At first light of dark,
as waning sun creeping low,
come the moon chasers.
Photo: My friend, Janet Martin, who blogs as Wandering Feet.