The span links neighbor to neighbor,
above the river, across state lines.
Community knows no jurisdiction.
It is the breath of the divine
that makes the chime sound.
It is the magic of care and whimsey
that moves you from spot to spot
to enjoy the views of the garden.
When the old red barn is dressed up with a window box
not even the high noon sun can wilt away
Tender hearts bear their leafy souls
to the sun and the weather of the day
as the wind chime cheers them on
and a spider’s web holds them up.
The babies have feathered and flown.
It is time to wing to the South.
Your house holds the echo of your song,
and awaits your return in the spring.
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.
The images of the day
roll across the river’s surface.
A moving picture that will only show once.
Shoulder high your flowers grow
row after row
awaiting their service of solace or celebration.
Seek shelter from the gathering storm.
Let faith be a blanket that keeps you warm.
I will pick a bouquet
of rosemary, sage, thyme and lemon grass
to honor and adorn tonight’s chicken.
When the present arrives
suddenly and surely like a train
the past is left behind
and the future is forever before us.
Nestled against the mountain,
tucked beneath a tree,
only the residents know the way in.
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.
This is where the dragonflies play
on lazy summer days.
Paradise is at your feet.
All your miles brought you to this empty field.
Doors are flung wide, frozen in time,
your driver and passenger eternally on the run.
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.
Hot days make you tall.
Cool nights keep you sweet.
When your tassels droop, we will come for you.
lichen lace modestly covers
the crotch of branch and trunk.