I Awoke At The Ocean

sand dollars gathered
on the shoreline
of cold

Thoughts Of Winter

at the edge of the woods
beneath the willow tree

The Council

at the birdbath
migration is debated

Resplendent Abundance

delphinium crowns
the yarrow masses
flanked by seeding lily

Storm Window

mountains of snow
gather on each pane
showing us this storm’s terrain


in the gathering darkness
inexplicably arrives
the light of hope

We Gather In The Meadow

chairs circled
we worship in
the valley’s benevolence

Marsh In Morning Light

all possibilities
at the water’s edge

Silent Assembly

mysteries gather
in the misty woods
awaiting sunlight’s unveiling

Cosmos of Cold

of sparkling gold
stars gather on the window