our four fields are full
a bright blue sky disperses
the now empty clouds
After The Big Snow
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
Spring Morning
a gentle lavender call
to greet day
stirs the river
The Daring Of Dreams
such grey April skies
some trees barely dare
to dream of leaves
The Long Wait
in the emptiness
of April
gifts of possibility
On The Far Edge Of Winter
the sky
keeps reminding me
how fast time moves
Snow And Sunshine
a warm breeze
spring brushes against my cheek
still snow beneath our feet
March The Month Of Everything
both snow and ice
with water running free
blue sky and clouds jostling
Time’s Vision
the barn’s
one empty window
an all seeing eye
Holding Place Until The Lamps Are Lighted
an insistence
of light within
the gathering grey
Altitude Of Blue
the sky sharing
some of her repertoire
illustrating infinity
Accumulation Of Stillness
silent now
like a walk
in the clouds