Sometimes a hollow is a home.
Watercolors
In a hard rain
the autumn colors blur
into an impressionistic painting.
Dudley’s Deer
She waits at the edge of the woods for Dudley, her dog friend.
Waiting to flash her tail to signal the start of their mountain romp.
But Dudley is not in the car as the doe seems to hope.
Dudley is in heaven now, running with the wind.
Blackberry Lilly
Your seed dazzle like ripened fruit
but your delicious bounty will be blossoms.
A feast for the eyes come spring.
Working Wood
These humble stickers will serve the stacks of cherry and ash,
allowing space for air to circulate and the prized woods to dry.
There is a place and purpose for each piece. Beauty lives in utility.
Cosmos
As Fall approaches they challenge the changing trees
to match their vibrancy and tender hues.
Fallen Leaf
When the first colorful leaf
lands on the stairs
Fall has arrived.
Rain Drops
The geranium wears
spider web lace
with rain drop diamonds.
Polka Dot
Polka dot perfection
appeared at my feet.
Brown Eyed Susan
Sturdy, sunshine girl
marches across the meadow
through the shortening days.
Rock
Once you were liquid, formed by waves of time.
Now you are solid, holding your place in the granite state.
Height
In the morning, beneath your canopy the whole world glows a growing green.
If I started to climb your branches now, by midnight I could touch the stars.
Pond’s Edge
As a delicate morning melts into day
for a brief moment the tree tops are in reach.
Time
You no longer tell time by new rings.
Now as a beam, you measure time
by the nights and days of shelter you provide,
absorbing laughter and tears into your fibers and history.
Dirt Road
It has taken many cities to know
that my way home is off the paved path.
The sound of tires on soil is my welcome song.
Shadow
The pond shows me how
to see the thing that is least visible.
Picasso
A hint of a face made of knots.
Is it wonder or awe or angst that it shares?
Could it be a wooden reflection?
Mosaic
Nature is an artist who works tirelessly at her abstracts of perfection.
Hive
Tired of the raids by bears and man the bees have moved on.
Now they keep their honey hoard safe in the hollows of old trees.
Sunday Mountain
The Great Spirit resides here, peacefully presiding over us.
The wind still holds the echos of the Abenaki’s footsteps.
The soil cradles our carefully tended dreams.
Transition
A single leaf speaks
of the movement
of Summer to Fall.
Visitors
Like visitors from another planet they appear suddenly and without notice.
Their other worldly beauty is hypnotic. You need not taste them to receive the magic.
Bench
Rest here and be still like the water.
Watch the dragonflies dance.
Discover the nurture of a moment of silence.
Village
Beneath the bird feeder at the edge of the woods
is where the fairies set up their mushroom camp.
Pink
This is the color of laughter.
Floating
When smoke has choked the blue from your sky
and grey seems the color of eternity, hang on to hope
for it can keep you afloat and mend your tattered faith.
Run Off
No matter the obstacle,
water always finds its way home.
Illuminated White
Today came a cloud so white
it must have been reflecting
the heart of the moon.
First Red Tree
Along the great Long River
the first touch of Fall, a splash of red,
presents itself along the southern bank.
River View
Tie your daydreams to the dock
and watch the diamond dance of sunshine on water
as summer slides into fall.