change demands
breaking apart and disappearances
to miraculously reveal a new whole
Sometimes
Pieces
the barn became a puzzle
with weather and time taking pieces
waiting for hammer and saw to replace them
Waking Dream
morning came
but my dreamscape
lingered on the window
Renewal
beneath the dormant garden
lies the constant unseen work
of life
Tendrils
its the small touch
and little kindnesses
that bind us together
Winter Renewed
a small fresh snow
everything clean and coated
the landscape whitewashed
Coupling
lilac leaf buds
a double flamed torch
shimmering with desire for spring
Not Quite In The Spotlight
sometimes just
to be near the path of light
is light enough
Frond
a ray of light reached into the kitchen
highlighting every detail
of your design
Beneath This Big Blue Sky
long shadows
reaching for the long river
just beyond the tree line
Splendid Ending
passing through
the fullness
of bloom
Night Traveler
alone
you wove your way
into the light of a new day
Commence
in the warmth
of a February sun
poppies have begun
Nite Nite
turning down the bed
the pink and blue sunset
whispers sweet dreams
Fidelity
evergreens
holding the torch
for spring
The Loving Landscape
red barn valentine
from the farm
to every passerby
The Bend
up ahead
some light
an encouragement to hope
Triptych Of Textures
distillations combine
winter’s tapestry
grown on stone
Uncovered By Covering
after the snowfall
a tiny village
of teepees appeared
Fences
who is in?
and who is out?
would I stay without them?
All Around
sacred ground
my footprints
with the spirits
A Map Of Time
every line and mar
documenting
the leaf’s life
Woolgathering At The Fields
winter sun
the trees ghosts
of a daydream
Flames
afternoon light
cattail candles
set the marsh aglow
A Proclamation
they stepped
out of the mist
declaring their togetherness
First Glance
the garden appeared empty
but beauty sought
is beauty found
Dormant Birdhouse
empty and still
faith holds the space
for new beginnings
Turns
gathered wheels
rest and compare
their many many miles
Apple Corps De Ballet
trees on point
the sun slowly spins
their shadow pirouettes
Winter Morning
the sun’s been up awhile
but beneath winter’s blanket
the landscape still slumbers