reeds unbowed
by winter’s approach
resisting advance compliance
Quiet Courage
Waking
dawn opened
her sleepy eye
and lo the day began
There Is Safety
as an island
has a lighthouse
the earth has the moon
Beneath The Moon
as day good-byes
the blue sky waves
in pinks and purples
Silt and Shadow
the way every element
was moving, changing, departing
I glimpsed eternity
Jack-in-the-Pulpit
the seeds
of next year’s
sermons
Faith In Mystery
there was
a needed reassurance
in the river’s soft corner
The Brook Kaleidoscopes
the water, light and movement
an invitation to slip inside
the flow of things
Where The Light Gets In
true togetherness
resides in those little spaces
we honor between us
Flowers In Lamp Light
cosmos defiant hoorah
as if to prove
the potency of bloom
Autumn Comes
leaves and water
trembling with the speed
of autumn’s changing colors
Seed Packages
tiny envelopes
of the future’s promise
soon to be sent via airmail
Commenced
a finger of light
touches the marsh
today awakens
The Drought’s Metronome
days tick by
we wait and pray
for rain
By And By
white birch
reaching for
the polka dot sky
Nature’s Merriment
pink leaves
giggling up color
amidst the waning ferns
Flower Farm
giving, giving, giving
until taken
by the hard frost
The Work Of Leaves
clean the air
nourish blooms and insects
replenish the soil
rest and return
No Need For Nails
when architects are trees
the fallen a log bridge
a root an arch
Geometry
lines and intersections
angles of angles
the fluency of plants
in the language of math
Believe
despite the enormity
of the big dark woods
and the smallness of our feet
we can find our way through
The Finished Bloom
like a hand
reaching back
for seeds too scatter
The Bridge
hear the sound of dog steps
joyfully crossing
back and forth
Dreaming Goldenrod
sunshine to be picked
and put in a vase
sunshine a brush
painting the water
Mid-September
the garden keeps on
with second blooms
and thirds
Rise Up
keep reaching
for the light
illuminate what is right
Corn Tassels And Clouds
room to billow
in a wide blue sky
summer’s arms still open
Cleome Like A Lighthouse
cresting yellow wave
in the ocean
of brown eyed Susans
Linger Like The Light
in the ever moving stream
there are pools of calm
to be found
Behold
the spent, the worn, the new
and the beauty
in each