Let faith be a blanket that keeps you warm.
Door Yard
of rosemary, sage, thyme and lemon grass
to honor and adorn tonight’s chicken.
Round the Bend
suddenly and surely like a train
the past is left behind
and the future is forever before us.
Staked Claim
tucked beneath a tree,
only the residents know the way in.
Green Mountains
Next to you I know my smallness is the right size.
I am a necessary fragment of your wholeness.
Meadow
on lazy summer days.
Paradise is at your feet.
Jalopy
Doors are flung wide, frozen in time,
your driver and passenger eternally on the run.
Fields
a growing green cover that reaches from the river bank to the mountains.
Tied together with labor and nurture for the purpose of sustenance.
Sweet Corn
Cool nights keep you sweet.
When your tassels droop, we will come for you.
Wood Lace
lichen lace modestly covers
the crotch of branch and trunk.
Lavender Glooming
new dreams are born in shadows and cloud forms
as old dreams disperse with the day.
Goldenrod
Goldenrod is a nobleman
loyal guardian of Her Majesty’s meadow.
Dear John Deer
you rumble across the fields, chewing rocks and cutting grass.
True champion of summer.
Jersey Girl
your genial disposition
makes you the queen of the dairy.
Bloom
What’s your story Morning Glory?
Trumpeting delight in each new day.
Pine Needle Path
noiselessly
into the heart of mystery.
River’s Edge
The water a cool embrace.
The sky is as blue as a robin’s egg.
Perfect summer day.
Cosmic Orange Cosmo
you make his fuzzy jacket pale in comparison
to your explosion of color.
Bent
refused to be broken
and dared to reach for the sky.
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.
Steward
The land must be listened to
respected and revered.
Old friend show me the way to Eden.
Herd Wisdom
What kind of cows have wheels and honk?
The young one wonders.
Dumb ones. The older ones know.
Whispers
If you listen closely
at the edge of the pond, shortly after dawn,
you can hear the fish whisper their plans for the day.
Rock Wall
God is here in this rock wall,
in the mind that planned it, in the hands that made it,
in the earth that holds it, in the rain that will wash it,
in the snow that will gather on it, and the sun that dries it.
Firefly
Some nights a firefly
blinks at my window;
my lovely mysterious suitor.
Forest Mistress
Ancient acorn woman
wanders the forest floor
tends the wild rose
Hollyhock
Dark as midnight
sentry at the garden’s edge
denouncing the dawn garden feasting of deer
Crossing
Set down your troubles
at the foot bridge to the path
that leads deep into the woods
and let the wind carry them away.
First Flight
From the nest to the branch was a short hop,
more courage will be needed
to fully venture into the world.
