nothing stands
in between
this place and peacefulness
The Fence And The Field
Little Wren
do you know
how I count on you
to carry hope
Garden Nymph
as the garden winds down
she keeps watch
for the hard frost
High Summer
the sun at her zenith
the shade deepens
all things ever balancing
Red Lipstick
gorgeous faces
in the garden
all made up
Deep Dive
iris and poppy
plumb the depths
of color
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
Mud Season
the earth
so sodden and receptive
even wind leaves footprints
The Steel Heron Presides
ah April
with her sunshine and snow
everything waiting to see which way it goes
Winter’s Ghost
a vaporized self
stalking
the fields
Pastimes
the bench
and bird feeder
play winter’s waiting game
Three Of Them
despite cold
and lack of mud
here is happiness
Morning Paradox
dawn’s delicacy
belies
the bitter cold
A View Of Winter
iris pods
peer over
the wobbly fence
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
Savoring The Sunshine
summer has not yet
opened the gate
to fall
Feverfew By The Fence
the second bloom
an insurance
of immortality
Queen Anne and Goldenrod
the meadow
arranges
a fall display
Essential Elements
steel heron
waits by stone bowl
filled with rain
House Wren On The Garden Rail
where to stay?
when all the world
is home
The Frog Overseer
from his porch perch
supervising
summer’s bloom
Raspberry Crabapple
birdhouse
beneath a bower
of blossoms