her gorgeous bloom
an invitation
for admiration
Azalea’s House
How Can It Be
the tree
I’ve only seen from afar
can feel like home
A Home
in the protection of decay
the more humble
the more precious
Tucked Away
in the stillness
and the quiet
we begin again
A Long Way From Home
deep in the forest
in the dark and the silence
a coral reef grew
Home Sprouts
from the nourishing earth
a village
of tiny homes
Trio Of Pairs
sunshine clapboards and goldenrod
pink hibiscus and joe pye weed
shingled roofs with pine needles
Come In
at the front door
flowers will
greet your feet
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
Home
is a hole
perfectly round
made in the ground
We Gather Near The Hearth As
of a big snow
fall on our little house
New Purpose
but still she serves
welcoming us home
Small Dog Big World
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
Marsh In The Rain
as water
receives water
Directions Home
at the fence end
the birdhouse’s front yard
a round of iris pods
Guidepost
your presence
lets me know
I am home
Railroad
black tracks
cutting through the cold
heading home
No One To Ask But The Fog And The Snow
will the curve
in the road
lead us back home?
Aparctias
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
Empty Nest
last year’s nest
holding place
for today’s hopes
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
When Wandering
from afar
a tiny star
can lead us home
Zig Zagging Home
braving
the desolate, dangerous
driveway