
Down in the field the garden bed sleeps
dreaming of rain, flowers and food
and knowledgeable hands that coax and groom.

Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.

Down in the field the garden bed sleeps
dreaming of rain, flowers and food
and knowledgeable hands that coax and groom.

Native vernal bloomers
sprinkled like fairy dust
across the forest floor.

Beloved early guest of spring, goddess of the awakened earth.
Twin blossoms of love and protection mark the entrance to fairyland;
inviting you to venture past the invisible gate and into the world of delight.

Even weeds have their part to play
in the great display of spring.

The bovine annual meeting
was well attended.

In April the earth vibrates
with a growing, glowing green
that celebrates each second of aliveness.

Perfection appears
in a tangle of winter’s residue.

how lavender whispers.
That purple is soft
and yellow tastes like the sun.

In the magic hours the forest glows
as trees catch the sun and release their dreams.

My feet feel an earth drained of her color.
My mind’s eye imagines greens below blue skies.

Some days in April
Spring feels farther away
than in December.

A fallen tree
makes the perfect spot
to sit and spy on fish.

Emerging from his burrow
the first thing the chipmunk does
is salute the sun

Complimentary companions.
Mirrors to each other.
The play of light and dark.

Wrinkles in the tree’s bark
will forever honor the missing branch.
Smile lines of its former reach.

Colors begin to leak into the landscape.
Spring approaches.

In a burst of energy, renewal and hope colors are released
as trees transform the landscape from winter to spring.

At the edge of the apple grove the spring comes above ground
and wanders across the meadow laughing in delight at the change of season.

The magnolia sends forth her first blossoms
into the rare air of March that feels like May.
The sunshine calls and she answers yes in unfurling petals.