we journey
towards each other
open hearted
May It Be Every Day
Questions From A Neighborhood Walk
does an iron spider
weave a web
of chain link fence?
The Valley In Spring
clouds flying free
the rail fence meanders
as trees converse in green
Protection And Care
the fence line wanders
towards the road
then cutting right
to safeguard the herd
Yankee Thrift In The Granite State
fence posts of
granite and tree trunks
we use what we have
Sunflower Fence
the barn remembers
smiling yellow faces
heads now bent with snow
Congregating Calm
quiet fell
the garden hushed
enters into camaraderie with solitude
Available Openings
the fence of lattice
inviting us to
see through, reach through
Dawdling Days
the calendar says October
but it is still summer
in the side yard
Mist Rise On The Meadow
the curtain rises
on the play
of another summer day
Besties
ponies
shoulder to shoulder
synchronizing heartbeats
By The Barn
white foam
of the wildflowers’ wave
splashing on the meadow
Raised Beds
the starts have started
hope and weeding
precede the harvest
Open Space
the days expand
mid-mornings linger
the feeling grows
that there is time enough
A Mirror Of Self
mapping the roots
the branches
shadow
April Snow
waiting for spring
the empty bench
is filled with snow
Faux Mock
the mock orange
mocks again in winter
this time blossoms of snow
Detailed
everything seems more of itself
with the way the snow
clings and reveals
If Winter Was An Ocean
the meadow a beach
and the snow tide recedes
storm sets form on the horizon
Renewal
beneath the dormant garden
lies the constant unseen work
of life
Winter Renewed
a small fresh snow
everything clean and coated
the landscape whitewashed
Four Degrees Is Not Too Cold For Fairies
with a breeze and some sun
a generous
pixie dust distribution ensues
Change To Change
winter teeter totters
with rain erasing snow
then back again
All Is Right
horses snug
in their stables
the barn blanketed with snow
Wild Tundra
roam freely
between the wild
and tamed places
A Litle Help From A Friend
the dear crabapple
lifting up the grey clouds
to let a little light in
Never Lonely
two by two
horses and ponies
exponential companionship
In October The Garden Empties
the clothes line houses only pins
the raised beds abundance
long since devoured
Late Summer Garden
field grass high and in seed
flower stalks looking for rest
abundance about to tip into decline
this is the story of the passage of time
Begin
the fence
is neither
start nor finish