the finest way to travel
is meandering
making the path as you go
Winding Path
How A Hearth Makes A Home
the woods are our walls
and the floor a carpet of forget-me-nots
we use the sky as ceiling and heaven as the roof
Welcome, Welcome
forsythia in bloom
throwing open
the proverbial garden gate
Jane’s House
elegant in white
morning mist and magnolias
shroud your sanctuary
And Sometimes
the journey home
is strikingly different
but the destination is the same
New To The World
oh to be
inquisitive
young and clean
Spring’s Aura
almost invisibly the willow
begins to emanate
her green energy field
Rock Wall: An Origin Of Necessity
the fields cleared for planting
the crops rocky impediment
are now their border and protection
Sleepy House
eyelid of ice
the window
half closed
The Long Fence
white posts and rails
stretch farther than memory
fastening the farm in place
The Playhouse In The Pines
March is a time
of being between things
watching winter through the sun porch window
The Dairy’s Driveway
in the winter
like the cows
mostly black and white
Melt
only the sun knows
when the roofline
will give way
Stillness Settles On
in February
only snow
ascends the hay ladder
Time’s Vision
the barn’s
one empty window
an all seeing eye
Holding Place Until The Lamps Are Lighted
an insistence
of light within
the gathering grey
Come Home Soon
watching for the neighbor’s light
their curl of chimney smoke
to feel so not alone
Through The Window
the view
enhances my outlook
on all the comforts of inside
Perspective
the shingles
fooled my eye
the window told it straight
Dream Of A Memory
I call the old place
Nana answers and says
I’m waiting dinner for you dearie
Sharp Edges
in the hour
before dusk
light becomes a paintbrush
Imagine
all the good magic
that will be conjured
in the acorn treehouse
Arched Window
outside the church
red leaves and red brick
join in prayer
Spectacle Of The New Day
morning rose
the sky
in full bloom
Agricultural Adornment
pigeons
on the silo
like jewels on the crown
Wooden Teeth
oak molars
chomp
the granite foundation
Homage To Christina’s World
portrait of the dog
as unwitting
model
Garden Hostel
such fine accommodations
rooms tailored
to each wingeds need
Descendants
a heritage of buildings
barns grow
with the generations
The Missing Windowpane
if handled very tenderly
absence can sometimes make a space
for sweetness to enter