Until the crops have given their full yield
you may rest in the high weeds with the moon flower.
When it is time to till again you will carry the full weight of a man and his dreams.
Reeds
When the reeds begin to sing their rustling song of early Fall
the geese know it is time to prepare for their pilgrimage south.
Reflections
The images of the day
roll across the river’s surface.
A moving picture that will only show once.
Flower Farm
Shoulder high your flowers grow
row after row
awaiting their service of solace or celebration.
Dark Clouds
Seek shelter from the gathering storm.
Let faith be a blanket that keeps you warm.
Door Yard
I will pick a bouquet
of rosemary, sage, thyme and lemon grass
to honor and adorn tonight’s chicken.
Round the Bend
When the present arrives
suddenly and surely like a train
the past is left behind
and the future is forever before us.
Staked Claim
Nestled against the mountain,
tucked beneath a tree,
only the residents know the way in.
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.
Meadow
This is where the dragonflies play
on lazy summer days.
Paradise is at your feet.
Jalopy
All your miles brought you to this empty field.
Doors are flung wide, frozen in time,
your driver and passenger eternally on the run.
Fields
The fields form a patchwork quilt,
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
Hot days make you tall.
Cool nights keep you sweet.
When your tassels droop, we will come for you.
Wood Lace
Delicate adornment,
lichen lace modestly covers
the crotch of branch and trunk.
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.
Goldenrod
Knighted by Queen Anne
Goldenrod is a nobleman
loyal guardian of Her Majesty’s meadow.
Dear John Deer
In August, with your metal seat as hot as a branding iron,
you rumble across the fields, chewing rocks and cutting grass.
True champion of summer.
Jersey Girl
Docile and dainty,
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
It beckons you to venture
noiselessly
into the heart of mystery.
River’s Edge
The bank is soft as an easy chair.
The water a cool embrace.
The sky is as blue as a robin’s egg.
Perfect summer day.
Cosmic Orange Cosmo
Hostess to the bee,
you make his fuzzy jacket pale in comparison
to your explosion of color.
Bent
A tree of great courage
refused to be broken
and dared to reach for the sky.
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.
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.
