dark clouds
blue with water
preparing to erase the snow
Blue Sunset
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
Sunset Leaves
to the departing sky
each leaf of every tree
waves goodbye
Contemplation On The Branch
in dappled shade
beneath the whisp-ing clouds
hawkish thoughts
The Sun And The Moon
before the moon
was done
the sun had begun
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thin line of a bird
flying in the space
where night meets day
Heather’s Pink Sunrise
braving night’s darknesses
arriving in the solace
of the pastel light
July At The Farm
spirits higher
than the clouds
corn is on the rise
Respite With Roses
climbing the trellis
the rose
makes its way to heaven
As The Sky Moves
freedom
washes over me
I am untethered from worry
Lingering
morning moon
a white balloon
full of dreams
Diversion
the beavers’ work
the field now
a vernal pond
Faith
still beneath the surface of sight
yet distinctly present
leaf buds and spring
After The Big Snow
our four fields are full
a bright blue sky disperses
the now empty clouds
One Spot Of Snow
post it note
from winter
I’ll be right back
Not Quite In The Spotlight
sometimes just
to be near the path of light
is light enough