Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

No matter how cold the weather or windy the day there's always going to be last years fall leaves still stuck on this years spring day. The same is true about we who are human. What are we clinging to that we should let go of?

I've always had my eye on how to survive. My father always reminded us to think beyond what we assume. Which is every reason why I study the path of the animals that call this forest home. I learn from the so that I might survive.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

A day in the life. A six point whitetail buck visited me not once but twice on the same day. A reminder, a healer, solitude and confusion. What if this were Ukraine, Israel or Gaza? War doesn't love all living things.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

The things we're moving around in our forests. Some pick up stones and throw them into the lakes and rivers. Others burn up fallen tree limbs while others love to dig up plants to replenish their yards. We're disrupting something that's been part of the story for decades. What are doing to each other?

Each year I bring plants indoors to keep them warm and protected from winter's bite. This season they seem to be yellowing. As if to be throwing a childlike fit. Are we humanizing our plants? What else is getting too much attention?