the old red barn
watch guard
of the queen’s field
Birds At The Box
tending and guarding
the vigilant work
of parenting
Readiness
the field prepared
weather on the move
commencement of the growing season
Twilight
the day
at rest
lavender gloaming
Land of Dreams
misty mountain
recurring dream
of the sleeping field
Kind Provision
bird box
in the sunflower field
surety of place
Witness
in the still white
the field’s soul
lays bare
Discernment
sunlight and shadows
the only guests received
preservation of retreat
To Thine Own Self
each inclined
toward truth in self
such freedoms in the field
Finery
winter etches
all the fine edges
into landscape and memory
Field’s Erudition
solitary walk
a revelation of light
darkness cannot hold
Dwelling
the old barn
is history’s house
home of every season’s work
Gathering
cold gathers
in the tree line
stronger than November sun
Pumpkin Patch
orange tide
awaits the moon
and frost to call it home
Four Fields
the spirit farmer’s
ephemeral harvest
is autumn light
Edged With Antique Lace
green field sparkles with frost
as winter takes residence
in the shadow’s depth
Shine
August sun
the heart of heat
lighting everything from within
Entirety
there was
nothing in the meadow
but the whole of everything
Hikers
they gathered at the fence
soon to be
flowers in the field
Meadowland
lupin shared their secrets
of beauty, bloom and seed
summer spread across the field
Wild Fire
deep in the shade
wild columbine’s
embers burn
Woven
in the lay of the land
lies the fabric of life
all warp and weft
First Light
morning hunt
the field awakens
and so the give and take
Passage
this is the way
through the dark and the grey
past winter’s long night and into the light
Yet
a memory of last summer’s sun
the winter field not yet touched
by the greens of spring
Buddha’s Back
in the present
facing the future
honoring the past
Flight
fleeing from the field
light rides
the salmon sky
Alighted
light shone
on the finished field
transforming it to gold
Between the Field and the Clouds
with the crop given
the field speaks to the clouds
of respite and restoration
Sometimes
the grass is greener
right where you are