a shadow falls
across the face
of time
Sundial
Prayers At The Marsh
may the heron bless me with a sighting
may the mist rise and grant me clarity
may the water’s reflection give me a second chance to see
Summer Afternoon
these clouds carry
shade not water
and still we are thankful
Nearer To Thee
the closer I look
the more my view expands
and resonates with memories
The Queen’s Heron
across the water
white feathers converse
with white flowers
Three Sky Morning
the day already divided up
the pink sunrise, a blue mid-day
a mackerel bellied sunset
Monkshood
at the meadow monastery
frugal simplicity reveals
extravagant complexities
Amongst
all the same
while each one difference
such is universality
Concealment
the golden glow of sunlit dill
a perfect camouflage
for feasting finch
Building Blocks
one lone piece
of our river valley
mountains and palisades
Morning Dew
I can almost see time
accumulating
in the blades of grass
The Romantics
they meet each dawn
in the flowering meadow
just to gaze into each other’s eyes
All Sorts And Conditions
newness and perfection
are short lived
life takes
and the flowers give
A Song Of Summer
shadow and light
perform a dappled dance
stepping to August’s tune
Goat Snacks
when you like everything
the world
is your buffet
World Within A World
the garden
abstracted by rain
a new understanding of interconnectedness
Evolution Of A Bloom
opened and yet closed
the very center
still to reveal all its complexities
Finch In Sunglasses
the demanding August sun
requires even the birds
to don shades
Water Falls Along The Brook
pulled by
time and gravity
back to the beginning
In The Flowering Meadow
in tandem
the soft caress of blossoms
the hum of insects busy
doing the work of the world
Brown Eyed Butterfly
at the center of the day
one moment
perfectly balanced
Allium Sparklers
each seed suspended
on a stream of light
beauty bursts
There You Are
dodging raindrops
amongst the pansies
posing in a frame of leaves
we are friends I believe
Ballet Alfresco
the meadow allegro
in her pink tutu
unopened blooms a pas de deux
What Friends Do
the lily
happy to be
susan’s umbrella
Color And Light
between the clouds and mist
blue and light sneak in
feeding souls and seeds
Magnifying Glasses
every drop
a new opportunity
to see more
Contemplating The Day
summer morning before the heat
the garden issues her invitation
and even dogs make plans
Roots, Rock, Fungi
endurance
is a game
of adaptation
Simplicity
unencumbered
by pretension
pure perfection