beside the brook
light and shadow
conversed about
contentment’s ways
Black Rocks Green Leaves
Contemplating The Leaf
repetitions
of line
how intricacies expand
Bronzed Leaf
contemplating
curves and curls
kissed by the bronzing sun
Contemplation On The Branch
in dappled shade
beneath the whisp-ing clouds
hawkish thoughts
A Cure
be with
a dahlia bathed in sunlight
and feel your spirit rise
Monkshood
at the meadow monastery
frugal simplicity reveals
extravagant complexities
Contemplating The Day
summer morning before the heat
the garden issues her invitation
and even dogs make plans
Morning Seats
we watch the day rise
and let the shadows lengthen
time is abundant among us
The Marsh Awakens
wind ripples the open water
geese and ducks float by
a heron contemplates a stay
Equine Musings
amongst the herd
a solitary
contemplator
The Hungry Season
winter stores diminished
the land still hibernates
suet is a kind of grace
The Chipmunk’s Mediation
perched upon
the dahlia stake
contemplating plenty
Communion
oh to rest
in the sheltering wisdom
of the old, old tree
The Chairs’ View
sit awhile
and watch spring
wander over
Contemplating Life
a good companion
is the flower
full of quiet and complexities
They Are Dancing
from the bench
we watch
firefly flowers
Legacy
Buddha leaves
a wake
of beauty and calm
Contemplation And The Bench
the empty bench
holding space
for all of my thoughts
The Garden Bench
in morning shade
watching
a summer day unfold
In Nature’s Backyard
the silent travels
of shadows
and wildlife
In That Space
between the leaves
and their reflection
resides consciousness
Contemplating the Flowers
shooed from the garden bed
the porch as
observation perch
Reassurance
tiny blue flowers
joy enough
to dispel doubt
Visit
sit awhile
and listen to
the flowers conversation
Consciousness Born
intention
of contemplation
is transformation
The Landscape’s Art
masterpiece
the window’s view
of painted pines
Sedum View
to see
what flowers see
the expanding harmonies
Time Out
solitary chair
a private perch
for perspective making
Witness
in the still white
the field’s soul
lays bare
Winter Abstraction
storm’s contemplation
each flake a memory
and time reorganized