each catkins’ antenna
receiving the news
the time is now
Every Filament Alive
The World Is Drawn Anew In Color
the slow rousing of spring
color and life
sneaking up beside you
Heading North In The Brave Little State
the green mountains
still wearing white
spring’s ascent is slow
Echo
the dark and light
of clouds and sky
how like life
passing by
To Wear A Cloud
let go of everything
but your most essential elements
then raise your limbs high and wide
Marshaled By Blue Sky
in the company
of blue sky and clouds
my strength gathers
Portrait Of A Tree In Winter
a dark stark elegance
cloaks leafless branches
and incubates the unseen green
At The Pond
still waters
slow wandering clouds
I pause to let the peace seep into me
Homeward Sky
sunset radiances
light a corridor
to heaven
Crystal Clear Quiet
day departed tenderly
a gentle blush of sky
whispering goodbye
Sunset In New Snow
the world
freshly brightened
with a lacquer of cold
The Day Retires
the day packed away
in night’s
dark briefcase
Bare Ground Blue Sky
opportunity taken
the farmer feeds
his fallow field
Blue Sunset
dark clouds
blue with water
preparing to erase the snow
After Many Gray Days
some blue sky
a saving grace
and hope renews
The Shooting Stars Obscured
but oh the midnight moon
an echo of the sun
throwing rings of gold
A Sliver Is Enough
the storm recedes
the moon appears
a hook for hope
Fragile Blue
winter day
a robin’s egg sky
nests in the trees
Winter Is A Queen Of White
everything touched
with her scepter of cold
commanded to dazzle and glisten
To Be Counted On
morning is a certainty
the colors of her sky
an eternal mystery
Clouds Above The Palisades
sunshine spotlights
the bluff face
as day dips into shadow
Falling Fast
a flurry
of oak leaves
hurries towards winter
Moving On
as the wind whisks away
leaves and clouds
new intimacies of the landscape divulged
Gathering And Traveling
ascending the ridge
a clustering of geese
search for their formation
leaders emerge
vying for the point position
of their traveling “v”
Above Below
the sky and the river
together holding
onto the clouds
Round Bales
the hay harvest
rolling in
like a weather front
Preparation For Fall
meadow, mountains, sky
intensify their colors
as shadows grow deeper
Thunderhead
Zeus at work
stirring up the sky
billowing the blue
Swept Clear
this fast moving sky
whisked away
all worries
House At The End Of Queen Anne’s Lane
a road of dirt
the flowers wild
this kingdom ruled by bees