TINY SEED LITERARY JOURNAL

When those huddled together beneath it walked away, The paprika-colored ground went along with them, An autumn Hansel and Gretel trail danced around their feet, Crackling, rustling, and smelling of…

Leaves fall, Like tears from Branches, With an indifferent majesty Regal grace, A feeling of sadness Overcomes, At the thought Of a cold Winter's chill, Creeping upon them As Winter's…

Poem by anne richardson   anne richardson is a poet, chaplain, spiritual companion, labyrinth facilitator, and Reiki master and believes everyone’s story is sacred. She finds her poetic voice in…

I walked through the woods as if I had to get where I was going. Now, I walk as though I have already arrived.     Poem by Byron Hoot…

The apple tree used to be there The pear trees huddled over there Right before the forest Ancient trees bonding to the earth Each replenishing the other. We created Camp…

The light empties into the sea whose shore is the horizon. In the darkening valley, silhouettes of steeples, thousands of steeples.   The murmuring voices of the congregations.    …

There is a body somewhere in these woods. We follow the dogs' noses, prod deep into hollows where the land holds the memory of bygone trees. Our probes break through…

Over the deserts and mountain peaks Through entwined vines and branches of trees Tracing the horizon when the sunsets in Birds were born to charm the world we live in.…

Wooden trunks tower above the horizon anchoring themselves as life connectors from Earth’s roots to the heavens above.   Myriads of diverse multicolored fauna attached to timber gleam across the…

In a dark time, the eye begins to see. — Theodore Roethke   Shallow breath is winter’s way of breathing; I am double-masked walking in the woods, with fogged glasses;…

Shake your bedding before retiring shake your shoes every morning replenish often your repellant show reasonable sense about jungle fever and expect you will have to learn to deal with…

Hemlock, Douglas fir and Sitka spruce stand tall and groan, dancing their rooted dance. In the canopy pileated woodpeckers hacksaw giant crowns. Tanagers lift their wings to the topmost branches.…

I said I had the tree. It wasn't true. The opposite was true. The tree had me.                          …

Deep-soil water not enough for Sierra Nevada conifers with thirst to rising life sprung from aquifers, no aquitard stopping extraction of too much water evapotranspiration (leaves cooling themselves) from heat…

The Forest Gift Eight miles down the trail and I feel the forest. No longer do I just see the trees, the Blue-gray Gnatcatcher, the Winter Firefly. Eight miles down…

Touching Wood This is not the place I thought it was coming here in disposable form impressionable as wet cement programed for success and failure in equal parts whatever fills…

Us, Protectors Chain unchained Field afar Run hard mother daughter father The aroma of sweat and fear Mingles and clashes With the alpine odor of the wooded keep Demons on…

Looking Down We’re supposed to look up and marvel at the soaring treetops, lofty branches reaching to the heavens – a vaulted cathedral ceiling. I look down and find miracles…

Easter Morning Forgive me, dear friends and family, for not being at church this morning. I was attending seven o’clock service in the chapel of the woods. Likely you haven’t…

Understory Some people walk into the forest and look up into the canopy through the dappled sunlight as it blinks behind the leaves. But when I walk into the woods…

wild ways a generous mother she is in her womb, an infinite beat conceived, birthed, and nurtured crawls, strolls, feathers in flight inhaling her exhale draped in a tamed skin…

A Winter Migration The pine siskins have come south and evening grosbeaks east. I wait for an appearance at our feeders as I have waited for tundra swans near the…

Westmoreland Co. Dogwood And on our left there was Dogwood in full bloom - with it’s white petals flowering in their usual bountiful outward expansion. We drove up the hill…