sunshine and blue sky
the safety and comfort of home
a grateful heart
This Day’s Gifts
Between Darknesses
light takes form
as a wave
of hope
Homecoming
every thing
on its way
to becoming one
Seaside Community
on the rocks
a barnacle enclave of tiny homes
by neighboring mollusks residing in shells
The Estate
bee balm bloom
by the blue door
a kind of coat of arms
Into The Woods
follow the path
then make your own
the woods are truly home
In The Garden
sitting with
the flowers
my soul is at home
The House Next Door
amongst the trees
their roof sheltering unknown
happinesses and heartbreak
Port In The Storm
our porch perch
is piled with snow
we are snug inside
Homeward Sky
sunset radiances
light a corridor
to heaven
A House For The Wind
racing in and out
the doors and windows
opened by absence
Slow Days
the garden wears a sweater of snow
inside you wear boiled wool
the two of you
practicing patience
Oak Leaves And Seaweed
riding the breath
of the ocean
home
A House In The Lupine
the bluebirds know
beauty, space and quiet
make a house a home
Keepers Of Place
my home is known
to me by trees
those guardians and greeters
More Then A Leaf
up close
you are a
home grown Rothko
Speeding Home
with a whistle
the call of the wild forgotten
the call of cookies and the couch answered
Purple Lantern
summer’s way of saying
welcome home
I left the light on for you
Welcome Wild Neighbors
garden in the woods
a birdbath to feed
hawk and deer
Openings
between the heron and the house
morning wanders across the meadow
charming the new day
How A Hearth Makes A Home
the woods are our walls
and the floor a carpet of forget-me-nots
we use the sky as ceiling and heaven as the roof
Jane’s House
elegant in white
morning mist and magnolias
shroud your sanctuary
And Sometimes
the journey home
is strikingly different
but the destination is the same
Come Home Soon
watching for the neighbor’s light
their curl of chimney smoke
to feel so not alone
Cousin It
out in the woods
without your bowler hat or glasses
how will you find your way home?
The Road Home
etched in memory
our tracks in the snow
the hug of each curve
Dream Of A Memory
I call the old place
Nana answers and says
I’m waiting dinner for you dearie
Water Lily Leaving
dissolving into
the primordial soup
that is home to the beginning
Spectacle Of The New Day
morning rose
the sky
in full bloom
Always Thinking Of Others
the tree’s
last gift is to home
the lichen and fungi