everything in the world speaks
the air, the stone, the leaf
it is we who must become fluent
Deep Listening
Waterfall Iris
splashing color
over the garden
into the air
Motion
the leaves and the grasses
even the very air
dancing to winter’s tune
Time’s Sculpture
every edge
sharpened by cold
carving it’s shape into air
Swimming In Air
rose hips
octopuses
a garden masquerade
Soar
held aloft
by nothing but
deep belief in freedom
Humility
flakes as light as air
and still the humble pine
bows deeply to winter
Hint of Spring
Winter lingers on the mountains
lichen greens the birch bark
the air hints of spring
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.