poetry and prose about place

keeping watch for dragons #1 – woodland dragon

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Sometimes our grey woods are a mysterious place.  Something about the slant of the light, the way the trees stand like pillars supporting the sky, or the way pale moths climb on the forest dust, conjures myth from reality.

Last year as I walked on one of the paths, my eye was drawn to the single scale of a seed cone, lying on the forest floor.  Perhaps it had been dropped as a Grey Squirrel in the tree above nibbled on a pine cone.




Woodland Dragon



in the blackened stand

of jack pine


a single





©  Jane Tims 1998

Written by jane tims

March 17, 2012 at 8:08 am

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  1. I love this! I find evidence of dragons in my woods, too. 🙂



    March 21, 2012 at 12:13 pm

  2. I really like your charming pencil drawings, Jane. blessings on your spring up in the northwoods…



    March 19, 2012 at 3:10 pm

  3. Great post, great illustration.



    March 17, 2012 at 11:04 am

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