Flower Farm

Shoulder high your flowers grow
row after row
awaiting their service of solace or celebration.

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.

Goldenrod

Knighted by Queen Anne
Goldenrod is a nobleman
loyal guardian of Her Majesty’s meadow.

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.

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.

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.

Hollyhock

Dark as midnight
sentry at the garden’s edge
denouncing the dawn garden feasting of deer

Crossing

Set down your troubles
at the foot bridge to the path
that leads deep into the woods
and let the wind carry them away.

First Flight

From the nest to the branch was a short hop,
more courage will be needed
to fully venture into the world.