You no longer tell time by new rings.
Now as a beam, you measure time
by the nights and days of shelter you provide,
absorbing laughter and tears into your fibers and history.
Picasso
A hint of a face made of knots.
Is it wonder or awe or angst that it shares?
Could it be a wooden reflection?
Mosaic
Nature is an artist who works tirelessly at her abstracts of perfection.
Pink
This is the color of laughter.
Floating
When smoke has choked the blue from your sky
and grey seems the color of eternity, hang on to hope
for it can keep you afloat and mend your tattered faith.
Window Box
When the old red barn is dressed up with a window box
not even the high noon sun can wilt away
her pretty-fication.
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.
Reflections
The images of the day
roll across the river’s surface.
A moving picture that will only show once.
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.
Lavender Glooming
When the afternoon melts into dusk and evening is on the rise
new dreams are born in shadows and cloud forms
as old dreams disperse with the day.
Yard Art
At the charming roadside stand wait
garden embellishments for tourists.
Paper weights for memories.
Steel Goat
Glimmering in the sun.
Bewildering birds.
Hungering for fenders.
Life is a Play
The morning mist is a curtain
waiting to be pulled open by the sun
revealing the action of the day.
Forest Mistress
Ancient acorn woman
wanders the forest floor
tends the wild rose
Findings
Mother Nature’s remnants
speak to me
of the secret lives in the forest
Married
The post marries the beam
after a courtship of hand hewing and attention to detail
that seats them perfectly together
forever supporting one another.
Painted Sky
I live in art.
Maxfield Parish
painted my sky.
