across the water
white feathers converse
with white flowers
The Queen’s Heron
Ruffled And Still
old cattails clearly wind ruffled
but the red-wing’s every feather
remains perfectly in place
Time Reflected
a faint reflection
the memory of our summers
drifting in the red canoes
The Marsh Awakens
wind ripples the open water
geese and ducks float by
a heron contemplates a stay
Waiting
long line of cattails
standing patiently in the cue
for spring
The Reflection’s Pen
a morning doodle
zig-zagging
cattails
Enigmatic Mist
mysteries
of the season change
secrets of transformation
No Longer Even A Memory
like the night’s dreams
morning mist disperses
until dissolved
River Border
the north side
maintains the line
spring seeks to cross
As the Day Slowly Rises
beneath the surface
the clarity
of dreams persist
Welcome
fleeting
glimpse of spring
blackbird visiting
Standing
in this stillness
the passage
of perpetuity
Amidst Drifts
wind drifted
frozen marsh
a cattail cacophony
Comings And Goings On The Marsh
room for all
the hurried arrival
the leisurely stroll
Summertime
the practice
of doing
nothing
One Breath At A Time
still
in the stillness
meditation on marshland
Microcosm of the Universe
marsh made
mandala
the cosmos arose
Winter Dreams
in the comfort of cattails
keeping watch
frogs and fish fast asleep
Merger
in the current of cattails
ripples of blossoms
as meadow melds with water
Green Mountain State
at the inlet
awash in green
wind and current confer
Cattail Ice
this mercurial winter
zigs and zags
playing tag with spring
Marshside
cattails and Queen Anne
keep watch over
summer’s fading days
To Come And Go
cold must rise in order to leave
every thing comes and everything goes
in nature’s design of time
August Pond
autumn whispers
on the wind
casting seeds
amidst the greens
In Lingering Ice
lonesome for the red winged
longing for the frogs’ calls
believing in the sun
cattails wait
Eagle’s Perch
an open marsh
the solitary dead pine
this is where the eagle prays
Exposure
starkness unveils
beauty’s vulnerabilities
Perched
In the cattails
the blackbird
ponders his song.
January Thaw
Only shadows dare
skate across the pond.