The River In September


the deepening
of green and blue
expands the view

By The River In July


thirsty fields
anticipate
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
commune

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

Suspension


first flurry
winter whispers
the world is hushed