some petals spent
the joyful bloom
undeterred
Wild And Free
Lift Your Eyes
and see
how trees reach
for heaven
Be The Way
like the water lily
feed your light
into the darkness
Wearing The Wool That Will Warm Us
sheep graze
beneath a rainbow of leaves
content in their well earned peace
Shell Collecting
the forest
a green ocean
her leafy tide revealing
mushroom seashells
Quiet Courage
reeds unbowed
by winter’s approach
resisting advance compliance
Waking
dawn opened
her sleepy eye
and lo the day began
There Is Safety
as an island
has a lighthouse
the earth has the moon
Beneath The Moon
as day good-byes
the blue sky waves
in pinks and purples
Silt and Shadow
the way every element
was moving, changing, departing
I glimpsed eternity
Jack-in-the-Pulpit
the seeds
of next year’s
sermons
Faith In Mystery
there was
a needed reassurance
in the river’s soft corner
The Brook Kaleidoscopes
the water, light and movement
an invitation to slip inside
the flow of things
Where The Light Gets In
true togetherness
resides in those little spaces
we honor between us
Flowers In Lamp Light
cosmos defiant hoorah
as if to prove
the potency of bloom
Autumn Comes
leaves and water
trembling with the speed
of autumn’s changing colors
Seed Packages
tiny envelopes
of the future’s promise
soon to be sent via airmail
Commenced
a finger of light
touches the marsh
today awakens
The Drought’s Metronome
days tick by
we wait and pray
for rain
By And By
white birch
reaching for
the polka dot sky
Nature’s Merriment
pink leaves
giggling up color
amidst the waning ferns
Flower Farm
giving, giving, giving
until taken
by the hard frost
The Work Of Leaves
clean the air
nourish blooms and insects
replenish the soil
rest and return
No Need For Nails
when architects are trees
the fallen a log bridge
a root an arch
Geometry
lines and intersections
angles of angles
the fluency of plants
in the language of math
Believe
despite the enormity
of the big dark woods
and the smallness of our feet
we can find our way through
The Finished Bloom
like a hand
reaching back
for seeds too scatter
The Bridge
hear the sound of dog steps
joyfully crossing
back and forth
Dreaming Goldenrod
sunshine to be picked
and put in a vase
sunshine a brush
painting the water
Mid-September
the garden keeps on
with second blooms
and thirds