light takes form
as a wave
of hope
Between Darknesses
Opening
each leaf bud
a catchall for light
incubating life
First In The Garden
to the old oak leaves
piled by the wind
spring offers a pink bouquet
We Call It Into Being
like the crow
I’ve taken to shouting
spring, spring, spring
Like Icicles
suspended by
a tenacity
of hope and faith
Life Stilled
movement
arrested mid-move
perfected by a blue sky
After Many Gray Days
some blue sky
a saving grace
and hope renews
Dream Catcher
flower of the sun
catching light
protection from darkness
April On The Marsh
a small hole
in the cloud cover
blue breaking through
After The Big Snow
our four fields are full
a bright blue sky disperses
the now empty clouds
Coupling
lilac leaf buds
a double flamed torch
shimmering with desire for spring
Peace Found Us
our miracle came
as the widening blue sky
and shelter of the red barn
Three Lines
the snow, the mist, the clouds
past, present, future
the weather writes a tercet
In The Sunshine
beneath clouds and blue sky
together and yet singular in purpose
room for everything
Always
the two at once
joy and sorrow
and the search for ways
to befriend both
Hearts Abound
seed pods and sugar houses
share the same wish
love, love, love
Spring Morning
a gentle lavender call
to greet day
stirs the river
The Blue Sky Tries
still some snow
as the field softens into mud
this is the season of small beginnings
Snow And Sunshine
a warm breeze
spring brushes against my cheek
still snow beneath our feet
March The Month Of Everything
both snow and ice
with water running free
blue sky and clouds jostling
White River Blue Sky
the sun on snow
we bask like turtles
where we can
Spring Dream
new life
hatched and feathered
in sunshine and blue sky
Melt
only the sun knows
when the roofline
will give way
Daydream Of Spring
with this blue sky
those raindrops
may bloom into flowers
To Everything Its Counterpart
winter’s shadows
blue with cold
disputed by the sky
The River Bend’s Instruction
when turning corners
take your time
to wander is the way
Early Winter Abstraction
morning’s bright sun
has turned the roof ice to lace
the still colorful world peeks through
Brightened
petaled lumens
mood lighting
the landscape
Invisible Threads
the glittering
of sunlight
snagged on the river
Returning
no beginning or end
to the circular cycles
of nature and time