Pinwheel

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

Forest Fireworks


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

White Flame


Amidst all the green
a single white flame flickers
lighting the path.

Direction


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

Buttercup

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

Meadow


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

Herringbone


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

After the Dance

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

Lady Slippers

These are the magic shoes that fairies wear
to the Pine Needle Ball each summer solstice.

The Artist


Indian Paintbrush colors the meadow
with embers of sunset.

Knowing


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

Route


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.

Moth Magic


Fuzzy lemon drop
wings kissed by lavender
one pink leg steps forward

Auspiciousness


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

Astilbe


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

Lupin


A meeting of friends in the meadow.
Quaker Bonnets gather
offering their quiet beauty to the whole of the land.

Field of Dreams


Dreams take shape slowly
emerging from soft surroundings
an impression forms, staking claim on hope.

Fleur-de-lis


Noble in color, royal in birthright
Iris is the garden’s rainbow goddess.

Traveler’s Joy


Darling of the door yard garden
clematis climbs up and along the picket fence;
most brilliant and ingenious buttercup.

Hillside


The slope demands effort
while promising a summit view.

Mygolomorph


Tarantula of tree roots
dips its many wooden legs into the river
and awaits its kayak prey.

In Place


An open stretch of sky, grass as soft as velvet
the wandering Connecticut River within reach;
all is well, God is near.

Change

The thunderhead rolls in
soon to darken the blue sky with rain
and throw lightening bolts like Zeus.

Field of Astor


Lavender and yellow delights
gather in the meadow
Woodstock for wildflowers.