Hearts

Tender hearts bear their leafy souls
to the sun and the weather of the day
as the wind chime cheers them on
and a spider’s web holds them up.

Birdhouse

The babies have feathered and flown.
It is time to wing to the South.
Your house holds the echo of your song,
and awaits your return in the spring.

Nearness

Tim
seeks me
in the garden

small
white
butterfly

always
hovering
nearby

Ghost
that I glimpse
from the side of my eye

Darting through blossoms
resting on leaves
taking advantage of sunshine and breeze

Pointing out a shapely cloud
waiting on my mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked

Reminding me
as mortality
rages on

death
is not
the final stop.

Tim Mann, dear friend and fellow traveler,
you are remembered.

Family Farm

The fields empty at dusk.
The kitchen fills with the sound of hungry forks
and the quiet of resting work boots.

Rest

Until the crops have given their full yield
you may rest in the high weeds with the moon flower.
When it is time to till again you will carry the full weight of a man and his dreams.

Reeds

When the reeds begin to sing their rustling song of early Fall
the geese know it is time to prepare for their pilgrimage  south.

Reflections

The images of the day
roll across the river’s surface.
A moving picture that will only show once.

Flower Farm

Shoulder high your flowers grow
row after row
awaiting their service of solace or celebration.

Green Mountains

You seem to extend into eternity.
Next to you I know my smallness is the right size.
I am a necessary fragment of your wholeness.

Meadow

This is where the dragonflies play
on lazy summer days.
Paradise is at your feet.

Jalopy

All your miles brought you to this empty field.
Doors are flung wide, frozen in time,
your driver and passenger eternally on the run.

Fields

The fields form a patchwork quilt,
a growing green cover that reaches from the river bank to the mountains.
Tied together with labor and nurture for the purpose of sustenance.

Sweet Corn

Hot days make you tall.
Cool nights keep you sweet.
When your tassels droop, we will come for you.

Goldenrod

Knighted by Queen Anne
Goldenrod is a nobleman
loyal guardian of Her Majesty’s meadow.

Dear John Deer

In August, with your metal seat as hot as a branding iron,
you rumble across the fields, chewing rocks and cutting grass.
True champion of summer.

Bloom

What’s your story Morning Glory?
Trumpeting delight in each new day.

River’s Edge

The bank is soft as an easy chair.
The water a cool embrace.
The sky is as blue as a robin’s egg.
Perfect summer day.

Bent

A tree of great courage
refused to be broken
and dared to reach for the sky.

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