a teasing start to the day
with the fog and the sun’s
slow reveal of the horizon
Lifting The Curtain
Rise
morning opens my eyes
my heart longs to embrace
the soul of this day
Slowly On Her Way To Us
it seems it is
the river bend that
brings us spring
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
Resonance
echos of white
between
the river and birch
Suspension
first flurry
winter whispers
the world is hushed
Quietude
eternal motion
of the river
invites tranquility
River Wilds
leopard spots
zebra stripes
camouflage of ice
A Lingering
red canoe
a memory
of summer’s kiss
River Birch In Snowfall
the quieting white
shrouds
December’s last days
Reading the Forested Landscape
October morning
the landscape’s poem
told in color and light
Inscription
autumn light
etches the edges
of everything into memory
Merger
in the current of cattails
ripples of blossoms
as meadow melds with water
Palisades
sacred spot
where eagles teach
flight
Good Morning
morning graze
the river flows
and songbirds serenade
Sunrise on the Oxbow
black and white
morning light
darkness in retreat
Seepage
long river
creeps over her banks
occupying low lying fields
Late
geese arrive
later than usual
bewildered by the lack of spring
Jacob’s Brook
water runs to the long river
singing the final refrains of its song
before it is silenced by winter
Long River
fertile fields reside
along the river’s sides