
Standing in the quiet of the field
in the gentle morning light
the mountain range rests in soft clouds
all is as it should be.

Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.

Standing in the quiet of the field
in the gentle morning light
the mountain range rests in soft clouds
all is as it should be.

Raspberry colored beauties
undeterred by the weather
wear raindrops like diamonds.

A spiral staircase from the forest floor
like an Escher leading everywhere and nowhere
all at once.

Threatening skies
don’t intimidate
wild grass

On the Fourth of July
the garden celebrates in colors
with fireworks of blooms.

These ladies
live in luxury.

A civilized walk
in a wild place.

Water lilies adorn the pond
Summer’s snowflakes

When the right breeze blows
seeds will travel to their new homes.
A grand design determines time and place.

Each new limb begins as a sparkler in green.
The pine celebrates its own independence day.

Walk the soft path
in the cool water.
It is purpose enough.

Shinning yellow
beacon of summer
buttercup is a kiss from the sun

The colors of summer
call out from the meadow
come play with us today.

A harmony of light and dark,
the forest floor wears herringbone.

Only during the solstice
is the veil between the worlds thin enough to see
where fairies hang their dancing shoes.

Indian Paintbrush colors the meadow
with embers of sunset.

This is the deer who knows my soul
and seeks me out to remind me
of the gentleness of wildlife.

A single stem
an ordinary weed
the exquisite process of living.

At the onset the way seems straight forward
but just out of sight are the dips, rises, swerves and curves
that transform a trip into a journey.

Marigold is the sun’s bride,
the guardian of goodness
at the garden’s gate.

The red spire rises.
Nature’s Olympic flame of summer
will burn bright for the duration.

In every blossom
the divine is looking back at you.