part of the landscape
player in the cycle of life
hawk’s hunting perch
Blending In
In The Morning Light
the buds, the blooms
the finished ones
cosmos telling life’s story
To End Is To Begin
fresh light
fell on New Year’s Day
shadows came and had their say
Apple’s Obligation
time is the harvester
of a crop that grew
to feed the earth
Holding Light
serene in uncertainty
possibilities tumble
into the unknown
Repose
beauty
in the ending
life wholly given
Ephemeral Beauty
snowflakes cleave
to the ephemeral beauty
of the leaf’s disintegration
Falling
leaves flight
delivers them
back to their roots
Flow
fallen to its resting place
the branch still possesses
the spirit of movement
The Circle
As the first bloom fades
the next opens to its glory.
Commonplace Alchemy
A single stem
an ordinary weed
the exquisite process of living.
Dew
Dew drops balance
on the tips of grass blades
until it is time to wed the earth.
Broken
Taken down by the wind
now the the mighty pine
nourishes the river bank and bottom.
So goes the cycle of life.