Waiting to flash her tail to signal the start of their mountain romp.
But Dudley is not in the car as the doe seems to hope.
Dudley is in heaven now, running with the wind.
Fallen Leaf
lands on the stairs
Fall has arrived.
Rain Drops
spider web lace
with rain drop diamonds.
Time
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
Is it wonder or awe or angst that it shares?
Could it be a wooden reflection?
Mosaic
Pink
Floating
and grey seems the color of eternity, hang on to hope
for it can keep you afloat and mend your tattered faith.
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.
you are remembered.
Reflections
roll across the river’s surface.
A moving picture that will only show once.
Green Mountains
Next to you I know my smallness is the right size.
I am a necessary fragment of your wholeness.
Lavender Glooming
new dreams are born in shadows and cloud forms
as old dreams disperse with the day.
Yard Art
garden embellishments for tourists.
Paper weights for memories.
Steel Goat
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.
