know thyself
and love thyself
and everywhere is home
Preparation
mended fence
the paddock waits
for green grass and grazing
Home Sweet Home
in a blueberry sky
whipped cream clouds
top Sunday Mountain
Neighbor
rest and nest
in a house in the woods
where wind is the nearest neighbor
Resounds
cloisonnéd crabapple trunk
each hole a house
for woodpecker sounds
Beneath and Between
beneath the snow’s umbrella of white
between the porch and our dear crabapple tree
winter’s divine vista shines
Three Berry Cottage
at the meadow’s edge
where the woods begin
three berry cottage awaits
her chance to comfort and contain
Merry Meadow
a swath of wild flowers
lead to the road home
Run Off
never lost
water always
finds its way home
Construction
building on the fly
Mrs Robin takes advantage
of abundant construction materials
Spring’s Domicile
the newly bare ground
home to all possibilities
Distance
when spring seems
the farthest from home
it is March
Steeple
homage
to the heavens
home of homes
Home
Tiny blossoms
house
all of creation.
Openness
The outside lives in
the house by the woods
that has no walls.
Home
Gentle green mountains
and voluptuous clouds
replenish my spirit.
Songstress
Make your home near mine
and sing your song of joy
at each day’s new breaking.
Flue
Stones reach into the sky
inviting angels to take a place
at the hearth.
Sisters
They feed in the field of their ancestors
and rest in a humble structure
that is everything it needs to be –
home
Pinwheel
When the right breeze blows
seeds will travel to their new homes.
A grand design determines time and place.
Benevolence
As dusk descends a storm approaches,
celestial light graces the trees
and shelters the shadow of the house.
Blooms with Stone
In the garden everything finds its rightful home
a stone is sheltered by a mass of blooms
and so it should be.
Roots
Up-ended by weather, pulled from the ground;
decomposition returns you home to the earth.
Mountains beyond Mountains
You may recognize the mountain by name or shape
but to truly know her is to walk the contours of her mass,
to watch her reveal the secrets of the seasons,
to remember and to feel the spirits of all the other feet
who have touched her and whose hearts have found home.
Tree House
Sometimes a hollow is a home.
Dirt Road
It has taken many cities to know
that my way home is off the paved path.
The sound of tires on soil is my welcome song.
Run Off
No matter the obstacle,
water always finds its way home.