Though she is gone, Marje’s morning glories
spend every summer with me through the miracle of seeds.
And as we did, when they come, I will count the blooms.
Serenity Sounds
Peace and contentment
settle in my soul
when the dog snores.
Tree Spirits
The tree spirits wear bark masks
and leave them behind
for us to remember them by.
Married
The post marries the beam
after a courtship of hand hewing and attention to detail
that seats them perfectly together
forever supporting one another.
Homestead Building
First the dream comes
then the vision begins
to be tangible.
Wood Star
Unearthed roots provide an abode for bugs and grubs.
New space for the saplings to grow in is made.
This is the forest’s shooting star.
Spider’s Parachute
Some paratrooping spider left his parachute behind
after a dangerous porch landing shortly before dawn.
He will weave another one for his next mission.
Baby Bird
Beak like a gum drop, mouth ever open;
always needing and beseeching.
Baby bird, baby bird,
your worm searching mother is tired.
Forest Frog
Not even your magnificent camouflage
can obscure your vibrant alive-ness.
Heaven Hovers
The red throated hummingbird
sips from the baby foxglove;
drinking in divinity.
Painted Sky
I live in art.
Maxfield Parish
painted my sky.
Two Note Symphony
I admire the bird
who sings a two note song
as if it were a symphony.
