Through The Darkness

the world awaited us
growing and blooming
summoning us back home

Recluse in ClapBoard

shy yellow house
her sun blinded window eyes
squinting through the blooms

We Gather Near The Hearth As

tiny flakes
of a big snow
fall on our little house

Small Dog Big World

the place between
the call of the wild
and being called home

How The House Homesteads

the garden feeding us
laundry on the line
so many kinds of shelter

House Wren On The Garden Rail

where to stay?
when all the world
is home

The Nest

woven with care
so fledging feet
will remember softness

Directions Home

at the fence end
the birdhouse’s front yard
a round of iris pods

No One To Ask But The Fog And The Snow

will the curve
in the road
lead us back home?


the north wind
singing in the grass
calling winter home

Nana’s Dooryard Garden

her welcome
always joyous
and abundant

Homeward Bound

water’s purpose
to be ever
rushing home

More Light Later But

winter still
is hunkered down
in the dooryard

Home Sweet Home

a most charming box
entices inhabitants
to nest and rest