Summer Took Me By The Hand

and stretched before me
verdant, tender, true
as the great green meadow

Portrait Of The Iris

a stately classic
who often surprises
with her sly insouciance

Summer Comes

a window is opened in heaven
in summer waltzes
scattering shades of blue

Sleep Over

April snow spent the night
the running brook hopes
to escort her back home

The Steel Heron Presides

ah April
with her sunshine and snow
everything waiting to see which way it goes

Three Of Them

despite cold
and lack of mud
here is happiness

Morning Paradox

dawn’s delicacy
belies
the bitter cold

Reassurance

a big snow
in December
beloved normalcy

Main Street

magnificent maples
by the white picket fence
autumn Americana

Unexpected Snow


trees still wearing
their autumn colors
put on a shawl of white

Snail’s Pace

gorgeous October days
ever so slowly
we tuck the garden in

 

Onward

into the misty unknown
carry your dreams
while seeking the sun

Field Colleague


we share a moment
then take off
to our work

Savoring The Sunshine


summer has not yet
opened the gate
to fall

Feverfew By The Fence

the second bloom
an insurance
of immortality