iris and poppy
plumb the depths
of color
Deep Dive
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
and bird feeder
play winter’s waiting game
Three Of Them
and lack of mud
here is happiness
Morning Paradox
belies
the bitter cold
A View Of Winter
peer over
the wobbly fence
Reassurance
in December
beloved normalcy
Main Street
by the white picket fence
autumn Americana
Unexpected Snow
trees still wearing
their autumn colors
put on a shawl of white
Snail’s Pace
ever so slowly
we tuck the garden in
Onward
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
an insurance
of immortality
Queen Anne and Goldenrod
arranges
a fall display
Essential Elements
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
beneath a bower
of blossoms
You Can (But You Can’t) Fence Me In
but their wishes
cannot be contained
Spring Fling
a riot of color
bursting into bloom
Spring’s Approach
she flies in
on the west wind
May Storm
and tender perennials
shiver beneath a blanket of snow
Equinox
a touch of snow
first day of spring
March in the Northeast
