
In between the green mountains
the silo holds grain
and most importantly hope.

Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.

In between the green mountains
the silo holds grain
and most importantly hope.

Trojan warrior of the flower pot
with shield leaves and blossom helmet.
Slayer of slugs, pepper is your arsenal.

Wild sainted
herb of Eve
bestows freedom of choice.

Heads held high
they search the meadow for true love.
William Sweet William where can you be?

Betrothed to each other and the earth
fairies place their wedding rings
on flower pillows side by side
during the nuptials.

The bog reclaims the brambles
to feed the fern and bulbs.

The pond frogs serenade the cows
with an early evening lullaby
when the barn doors are open.

Standing in the quiet of the field
in the gentle morning light
the mountain range rests in soft clouds
all is as it should be.

Raspberry colored beauties
undeterred by the weather
wear raindrops like diamonds.

A spiral staircase from the forest floor
like an Escher leading everywhere and nowhere
all at once.

Threatening skies
don’t intimidate
wild grass

On the Fourth of July
the garden celebrates in colors
with fireworks of blooms.

These ladies
live in luxury.

A civilized walk
in a wild place.

Water lilies adorn the pond
Summer’s snowflakes

When the right breeze blows
seeds will travel to their new homes.
A grand design determines time and place.

Each new limb begins as a sparkler in green.
The pine celebrates its own independence day.

Walk the soft path
in the cool water.
It is purpose enough.

Shinning yellow
beacon of summer
buttercup is a kiss from the sun

The colors of summer
call out from the meadow
come play with us today.

A harmony of light and dark,
the forest floor wears herringbone.

Only during the solstice
is the veil between the worlds thin enough to see
where fairies hang their dancing shoes.

Indian Paintbrush colors the meadow
with embers of sunset.