April snow spent the night
the running brook hopes
to escort her back home
Sleep Over
The Truth Of Scale
the proportion between
bird box and forest trees
makes me right sized
Autumn’s Calm
the landscape
soothed
by a gentle rain
Wood Duck Box By The Old Corn Field
the frozen marsh
the fallow field
everything in its time
Frontline
throughout
winter’s long march
positions held for spring
Beside The Dusty Road
a meeting place
for man and nature’s
communion
Weathered
old homestead
holding the place
for spring
Encouragement
stepping stones
in the mossy path
invitation to the woods
Birds At The Box
tending and guarding
the vigilant work
of parenting
Inside the Bird Box
phoebe
on her nest
of moss and dryer fluff
The Wind Winds Down
peeking out
the storm’s force and fury
remains in the tilted horizon
Inscription
autumn light
etches the edges
of everything into memory
Meadowland
lupin shared their secrets
of beauty, bloom and seed
summer spread across the field
Lavender Glooming
the colors
wrap around us
we are held
in heaven’s embrace
Summer Home Solstice
in the kindness
of June’s gentle sun
babies feather and iris bloom