The River In September

the deepening
of green and blue
expands the view

By The River In July

thirsty fields
some much needed rain

You Can (But You Can’t) Fence Me In

the dandelions corralled
but their wishes
cannot be contained

At Summer’s Edge

down by the river
the susans and goldenrod

Watching The Clouds Parade

this rightful place
at river’s edge
near summer’s end

Still Life

the river
pauses to admire
the bloom

River Crossing

ripples reveal
the zig zag ways
of paddling paws

On The Terrace By The Connecticut

river rushes by
flowers take
their time


first flurry
winter whispers
the world is hushed