blooming opals
fleeting ephemerals
grace us
With The Sky At My Feet
in the cool of the woods
at the edge of the clearing
quiet brings clarity of thought
Exalted
morning light
never fails
to lift us
Mixed Media
in the gallery
of the great outdoors
flowering trees
paint the woods
Tending
one must
dare the top rung
to tend the apple tree
The Mallards
morning constitutional
around the still pond
beneath the leafing trees
Meeting
quaker bonnets
gather in the grass
spring worship
Window to the World
life passes through
memories remain
storehouse of stories
Yellow Centered
embraced by your single leaf
opening by day, closing at night
wild early powerful medicinal
bloodroot
Greening
trees sigh green
during these
delicate dainty days
Me Please
weary of her winter wool
sheep seeks a shearing
A Toast
drink
from the goblet of color
to beauty – fair and fleeting
Willow Pond
the lace of early spring
the elegance of willow green
twice seen
Maple Wind
never still
maple blossoms
dance through their days
Enchantment
a poetry of branches
and music in the light
a pause before the blooming
sweet magnolia May
Daffodil
my rising sun
the light by which I know
spring has begun
Faith
the beginnings of new leaves
answer the question of faith
Incarnation
the tree’s shadow
shingles’ memory
of a past life
Old Friends
the frail sun, the frosty lawn
the old tree and tire swing
wait for summer
Sovereign’s Seat
in the forest
there is a throne of stones
with moss upholstery
Run
an unknown is spotted
the white tail flashes
then the blur of disappearing
Some Color Came
the rainbow
a promise kept
coloring May
Forsooth
forsythia entwined
among the limbs
of her beloved
Wishbone
Trees wish for rain and sun
a gentle wind, the song of birds
room to breathe and time to grow
Rush
late to meet the river
eager for the ocean’s embrace
snow melt hurries
Big Daddy
his pride
is the herd
Bravery
Precious bleeding heart
daring a hard frost
bursts forth
Written
time and weather
write the story
of survival on the structure
Unexpected Company
uninvited
the sparrow arrives
at the wood duck’s door
Spring’s Elixir
plumping leaf buds
glow a growing green
intoxicated by sweet April rain