Queen Ann
presides over
the hillside
Moving Pictures
the day
unfurls itself
between the fence rails
Morning At The Marsh
golden light
the world pristine
a new beginning
Wild Flowers With Fence
the spot where
spirit meets
with daily life
Written By The Garden
a poem
made of
space
Safekeeping
the garden’s
hatcheck
foxglove at the fence
Hay the Field
rites
of summer
field work and sunshine
Beside The Dusty Road
a meeting place
for man and nature’s
communion
All Things In Their Rightful Place
peacefulness articulated
by the birdhouse
beneath the flowering crab
Harmony
poppies concur
red houses
for bluebirds
Spring Squares Off With The Summer Sun
spring bulbs
duel the sun
high noon in the garden
Good Company
the mountain
taken
as breakfast companion
Waking
sleepy heads
dewy eyed bulbs
rise from the garden bed
Sheepish Questions
do you
have the key
to the gate?
The Roots of Memory
singular pine
recording the history
of the mountain
Into The Blue
mid winter
break in the sky
hope shines through
So Often Forgotten
time carries
me through my
transgressions of faith
Distant Company
just beyond
the line of pines
dear neighbors
In Winter’s Grey
patch of light
in the field out back
salvation
Countenance
joy’s gesture
expressive limbs
welcoming winter
Staying Up A little Longer
continued blooms
the garden’s excuse
not to be put to bed
On the Sideline
pompoms
of petaled color
cheering on fall
In the Nature of Farming
precision
of the cornfield abuts
the rambunctious fence line
Time Out
solitary chair
a private perch
for perspective making
Sweet Feed
making hay
in the afternoon sun
sweetens the feed
Delphinium’s Heron
stillness
at the fence post
bookend for blossoms
Birds At The Box
tending and guarding
the vigilant work
of parenting
House and Garden
in the meadow
between the two
room for all of life
Keepers
old milk can
the blue bird box
custodians of paradise
Lengthening Green
the lawn
stretches out
like summer before us