
Shinning yellow
beacon of summer
buttercup is a kiss from the sun

Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.

Shinning yellow
beacon of summer
buttercup is a kiss from the sun

The colors of summer
call out from the meadow
come play with us today.

A harmony of light and dark,
the forest floor wears herringbone.

Only during the solstice
is the veil between the worlds thin enough to see
where fairies hang their dancing shoes.

Indian Paintbrush colors the meadow
with embers of sunset.

This is the deer who knows my soul
and seeks me out to remind me
of the gentleness of wildlife.

A single stem
an ordinary weed
the exquisite process of living.

At the onset the way seems straight forward
but just out of sight are the dips, rises, swerves and curves
that transform a trip into a journey.

Marigold is the sun’s bride,
the guardian of goodness
at the garden’s gate.

The red spire rises.
Nature’s Olympic flame of summer
will burn bright for the duration.

In every blossom
the divine is looking back at you.

Dreams take shape slowly
emerging from soft surroundings
an impression forms, staking claim on hope.

Noble in color, royal in birthright
Iris is the garden’s rainbow goddess.

Darling of the door yard garden
clematis climbs up and along the picket fence;
most brilliant and ingenious buttercup.

The slope demands effort
while promising a summit view.

Tarantula of tree roots
dips its many wooden legs into the river
and awaits its kayak prey.

An open stretch of sky, grass as soft as velvet
the wandering Connecticut River within reach;
all is well, God is near.

The thunderhead rolls in
soon to darken the blue sky with rain
and throw lightening bolts like Zeus.

Lavender and yellow delights
gather in the meadow
Woodstock for wildflowers.

The sweetest of woods
pine’s scent releases burdens from heads and hearts
and so they are known as the Keepers of Peace.

Midday by the river just the barest of breezes blows
and the only sound is of bees and dragonflies at work.

Both leaf and petal wear purple proudly
borrowing from violet, lilac and mulberry.

From the sanctuary of the woods animals watch
the metal bridge that carries man and his many parcels and purpose
to the other side and back again.

Tilled earth soaks up the sun
and waits for the seeds
of this season’s purpose to be planted.

Beneath a canopy of green
lie down on the soft welcoming earth
and claim your special place in the world
by being there.