bee balm bloom
by the blue door
a kind of coat of arms
The Estate
Welcome
on the potted porch
a hospitality of flowers perched
the door to beauty flung wide
At Winter’s Door
wood elves
hang their hats
on the birch
Heavy Rain Finds Her Wings
when the slush
begins to float
autumn’s door is closing
On The Bulkhead Door
disintegrated blossoms
rain and time
etch the cosmos
Red Door With Poppies
ran down to the road
to greet us
Three Birch By The Barn Door
these friends
experience, strength and hope
my life’s companions
Return
the old metal door
and last year’s oak leaf
returning to the elements
