our porch perch
is piled with snow
we are snug inside
Port In The Storm
Congregating Calm
quiet fell
the garden hushed
enters into camaraderie with solitude
A House In The Lupine
the bluebirds know
beauty, space and quiet
make a house a home
Detailed
everything seems more of itself
with the way the snow
clings and reveals
Dormant Birdhouse
empty and still
faith holds the space
for new beginnings
In The Flowering Meadow
in tandem
the soft caress of blossoms
the hum of insects busy
doing the work of the world
Grumpy
harumph hunched the heron
they never make a box
big enough for me
Flown In
a blue feathered
happiness stopped by
looking for the birdhouse in my soul
Snow Garden
with color subtracted
beauty solely articulated
in line and form
Still
the climbing vine
suspended in motion
green growth still a dream
Sensing What Is Beyond Sight
like Mabel
the woods call to me too
beckoning with mysteries and solace
Always Thinking Of Others
the tree’s
last gift is to home
the lichen and fungi
Under The Crabapple In June
this tiny corner
of the world
lush in peacefulness
A Home
in the protection of decay
the more humble
the more precious
Most Precious Gift
the cheer
of being
near each other
Now The Light Slants Towards September
the birdhouse stands empty
the quiet of fall approaches
In The Dooryard Of The Birdhouse
bloomed around us
it was enough just to be
Shade Garden
a beacon
of light
Raspberry Crabapple
beneath a bower
of blossoms
Directions Home
at the fence end
the birdhouse’s front yard
a round of iris pods
Wonderland Returns
new snow
the world made fresh again
the landscape cheers
Garden Verse
the garden
finds her
angle of repose
Everything Rises
as morning sidles
to the edge of the garden
the gingko bows to the day
Frontline
throughout
winter’s long march
positions held for spring
All Things In Their Rightful Place
peacefulness articulated
by the birdhouse
beneath the flowering crab
Knowing Better We Had Hoped Anyway
dashing the hope
of early spring
winter returned
Countenance
joy’s gesture
expressive limbs
welcoming winter
Rise and Fall
foam of flowers
waves of blooms
the garden’s tide
Keepers
old milk can
the blue bird box
custodians of paradise
Service
home sweet home
the many duties
of the maple tree
