a road of dirt
the flowers wild
this kingdom ruled by bees
House At The End Of Queen Anne’s Lane
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
Party Line
intermingling conversations
back to the old days
of sharing the line
The River High
big rain
trees up to their knees in water
the river hungry for land
Replenishment
thirsty for color
I gulped
the blue sky
Three Lines
the snow, the mist, the clouds
past, present, future
the weather writes a tercet
A Litle Help From A Friend
the dear crabapple
lifting up the grey clouds
to let a little light in
In The Sunshine
beneath clouds and blue sky
together and yet singular in purpose
room for everything
Carried
traveling the lines
across a brilliant sky
voices seeking hearts
The Night Sky Is A Closet
the crescent moon
a hanger where
I drape my daydreams
Always
the two at once
joy and sorrow
and the search for ways
to befriend both
The Fading
the meadow so recently
buzzing and bustling
now nearly a still life
Space Enough
I am widened
by the ocean’s horizon
so much space for my soul to roam
Dog Days
lazy boats
only the clouds
are sailing today
Heron On High
you are an arrow
piercing
the foreboding sky
Summer Afternoon
these clouds carry
shade not water
and still we are thankful
Three Sky Morning
the day already divided up
the pink sunrise, a blue mid-day
a mackerel bellied sunset
Color And Light
between the clouds and mist
blue and light sneak in
feeding souls and seeds