
each blooms in their our own time
community’s beauty
someone is always flowering

Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.

by winter’s demands
evergreens refuse to release color or needles
and stand in defiant contrast to the ever greying landscape.

A harmony of light and dark,
the forest floor wears herringbone.

My feet feel an earth drained of her color.
My mind’s eye imagines greens below blue skies.