a beam
of daffodil sunshine
graces the hillside
Another Kind Of Warmth
Good Counsel
morning found me fragile
the crocus advised
of its potential
Right Sized In The Woods
Buddha sat
his moss cushion
made of granite
In The Greenhouse
immerse in
the color and scents of spring
still too fragile for outdoors
How To Strut In Place
like a peacock
pussy willow fans
its fuzzy plumage
Dreams At The River’s Edge
spring came
supple and green
winter threats were banished
First To Appear
glory of the snow
their bravery belies
their tiny size
Diversion
the beavers’ work
the field now
a vernal pond
Flowering Sunset
the night
unfurls herself
like a rose
Always With A Flourish
nothing
is ever too old
for the delight of ruffles
The Maples Blush
spring sky so blue
its depth
infinity
April On The Marsh
a small hole
in the cloud cover
blue breaking through
Brightened By
a joy like the joy
of seeing an old friend
the cheering effect of pansies
Souls Bared To The World
naked trees
in the golden meadow
strength in vulnerability
Leprechaun’s Ladder
how else
to reach the top
of the rainbow?
A Mirror Of Self
mapping the roots
the branches
shadow
Gorgeousness
the orchid’s dance
of color, light, shape and size
is danced in stillness
Delicate Decisions
teetering between seasons
imagination decides
frost or blossom fuzz
Blending In
part of the landscape
player in the cycle of life
hawk’s hunting perch
On The Cusp Of Spring
the meadow
still holding
last summer’s sun
Right Angles
nature
the master
mathematician
How To Receive
look out
upon the horizon
without expectations
Time’s Reallocations
memory is a mystery
with pieces disappearing
and remains ever changing
Silent Greeting
each tree
a kind acquaintance
the woods my gracious neighbor
In Between
spring in her verdant glory
holding position
between the April snows
April Snow
waiting for spring
the empty bench
is filled with snow
Candy
a heavy handed sifting
of a confectioners sugar snow
the woods now candy land
Rush
how fast
the water hurries
chasing after spring
Good Morning In The North Woods
in the misty woods
sleepy eyed and fluffy coated
rising from the deer bed
A Gift Of Hyacinth
we are so glad
you were forced to bloom
now scenting the house with early spring