across the lake
the mountains rise
beneath puffed clouds
sweet sighs the sky
Sun Kissed
like the sun in July
yellow spreads across the field
Summer
lazy clouds in a wide blue sky
the meadow is ripe
for resting in
Mountain Dreams
clouds
are what
mountains dream
Proof
that wide blue sky
a living proof
warmer days will not be denied
Wide Sky
clouds rush past
chased by the arctic wind
as I set my sights on blue
Travel
shadows and sunlight
travel
the still river
Steeple
homage
to the heavens
home of homes
Embrace
encircled by color
fall’s final embrace
Departure
In muted shades
softly the glooming
fades away the day.
Unfettered
dark clouds drifting
carry my cares away
Lichen Sky
In the absence of leaves
the branch wears lichen.
Spring will not be surrendered.
Celestial Sky
I bathe my soul
in the beauty of the sky.
Commencement
The new day sweeps in
clearing darkness to the side.
Blue Noon
Clouds hide away the sun.
Cold paints the world blue.
Is this living on the moon?
A Rescuing Sky
Contentment sails by
on a pink cloud.
Room
In the open space
dreams collect like clouds
creating my horizon.
Outcropping
The granite ledge
makes itself known
by refusing all trees.
Aspiration
Branches reach
through blue sky and clouds
to touch the heavens.
Awake
I dream
of golden clouds
and painted fields.
Shadow Lands
light and dark
waltz across
the hilltops
Quilted Sky
Tucked under a blanket of clouds
the river valley rests.
Spirit in Clouds
During dark days
if I remember to look up
I can see your magnificence
shining on me.
Slender Thread
We are tied to this earth
with a thread more slender and fragile
than the stem of a birch leaf in autumn.
Daybreak
Blushing at her tardiness
autumn dawn makes her arrival
a bit later each day.
Flue
Stones reach into the sky
inviting angels to take a place
at the hearth.
Labor of Love
There is a magic garden
where everyone is welcome
to come and take what they need
be it faith or flowers.
Heaven
On certain summer days
it is clear
heaven is here with us.
Horizons
Standing in the quiet of the field
in the gentle morning light
the mountain range rests in soft clouds
all is as it should be.
July Morn
Threatening skies
don’t intimidate
wild grass
