Perfection appears
in a tangle of winter’s residue.
Bees See
how lavender whispers.
That purple is soft
and yellow tastes like the sun.
Before Twilight
In the magic hours the forest glows
as trees catch the sun and release their dreams.
Horizon
My feet feel an earth drained of her color.
My mind’s eye imagines greens below blue skies.
Lonesome for Sunshine
Some days in April
Spring feels farther away
than in December.
Log Bridge
A fallen tree
makes the perfect spot
to sit and spy on fish.
Greeting
Emerging from his burrow
the first thing the chipmunk does
is salute the sun
Unfolding
Rock, moss, raffia of grass
the sprouting of leaves.
Resurrection.
Water and Wood
Complimentary companions.
Mirrors to each other.
The play of light and dark.
Wrinkles
Wrinkles in the tree’s bark
will forever honor the missing branch.
Smile lines of its former reach.
Red Brush at Brook’s Bend
Colors begin to leak into the landscape.
Spring approaches.
The View from Heaven
Nature will keep the pond’s promise that the world will green itself in Spring.
Things may appear upside-down, but everything is as it should be.
Procession
Clouds gather in formation
ascending towards the heavens
marching across the sky
as pines stand sentry to their parade.
Budding Out
In a burst of energy, renewal and hope colors are released
as trees transform the landscape from winter to spring.
Legacy
Way out back in the shanty shack
tools rust and cobwebs gather
waiting for you to find your history.
Adventure
The back porch stairs
lead to the whole
of the wild woods and world.
Forsythia
Before the sky is reliably blue
before the fields have greened
forsythia champions Spring.
Rest
The pines keep watch
over the residents perpetual sleep
whispering peace, peace.
Shamrock
Green is the color of life.
Other Side
Eternal is the longing to be on the other side.
Wanderer
At the edge of the apple grove the spring comes above ground
and wanders across the meadow laughing in delight at the change of season.
Innocence
The magnolia sends forth her first blossoms
into the rare air of March that feels like May.
The sunshine calls and she answers yes in unfurling petals.
Roots
Up-ended by weather, pulled from the ground;
decomposition returns you home to the earth.
White Water
Old oak leaves
shoot the rapids
of March’s thaw.
Moss
A miniature forest in a miniscule landscape,
the majesty of moss.
Mud
The fifth season is mud season.
The earth is liquid with rain and snow melt,
rich with nutrients and brimming with the beginnings of new life.
Magnificent primordial ooze.
Rush
Mountain water hurries over rocks
searching for the ocean.
Bulbs
Oh daffodil!
Perennial forbearer of Spring,
keeper of faith.
Centered
Water flows over and around the boulder.
It is not an obstacle, this is just the way of the path.
In Town
When you get to the fancy white fence
that’s how you’ll know your at Main Street.