a sunbeam reached down
and wrote the road
that told of summer
Reading The Forested Landscape
Quaker Ladies In Worship
quietly they gather
tiny beacons
shining their inner light
After Raking
first day in the garden
the bed’s leaf blankets removed
sun and shade waltz on the lawn
the promise of renewal revealed
Many Petaled Prayers
the ground
hosts great gratitude
for spring’s eternal returning
Singing The Song Of Belonging
swaying on a reed
she sets
her song free
Before The Leafing Out
the green, green grass
and the dear blue sky
providing inspiration for the trees
Like A Touch Of Whimsey
lovely lichen
delicately decorating
the understory
Horse And Garden
tools rest in the shed
by raised unmade beds
waiting for warmth to be trustworthy
A Dream
to be essential to creation
and venture in a daffodil
like a pollen coated bee
We’ve Arrived
the day
blue and sparkling
banishing winter
Not Fiddleheads
but still these ferns
rise and play
spring’s lively tune
Begin Again
the field by example
inspires the trees
to return to green
Coltsfoot
yellow
goes galloping
across still cold ground
In The Still Dark Woods
that must be spring
off to the left
just out of view
Alluring
what marvelous lashes
on the pansy’s bright eye
Thank You Red Twig Dogwood
any and all color
in early spring
a cherished gift
Freeze Frame
early morning frost
suspends magnolia’s bloom
what beautiful bravery
Fallen Giant
headstone of
roots and earth
an eloquent epitaph
The Mirrored World
at the river bank
we are given
fresh perspective
Medicine Tree
this totem birch
carved by time and decay
entwining healing and decline
Diminutive Details
the major lift
of minor bulbs
eliciting exclaims when seen
Granite Steps
after miles of incline
on the Appalachian Trail
a reprieve of granite stairs
Hello Hellebore
your smiling countenance
making the most
of cloud filtered sun
The Light We’ve Been Waiting For
nudging
the sleeping woods
awake
Green Velvet
the log couch
on a high pile carpet
of leaves
Rush
the wait is over
the water freed
spring unleashed
Ready To Fight The Weather
clenched tight like a fist
until elements allow
a delicate unfurling
Penmanship
in cursive and in print
rain writes her story
on ice and snow
Summoning
colors gathering strength
invisible beneath
the browns of ground, bank and branch
Early Spring Abstracted
blue skies
and leaves
finding new forms