Sword or Axe?

In the quiet pine grove, I looked down at the flat-topped stone that I often pray before and it looked to me for the first time like a chopping block where on I might lay may head for the last time.

Direction

Morning light along the forest floor
Dividing in a dozen path ways
All leading the same way

Fool's Game

Late for Winter, early Spring
Snow drifts across the summerish green
Making April Fools