the deciduous grove
in winter reveals
an intimate topography
Across The Lake
The Day’s Philanthropy
a generous sunset
giving the colors
of a rainbow
You Are Here
the big birch
our reference point
from which to wander
Snow On The Horizon
the sky and trees
both thinned
by cold
A Cairn’s Mountain View
the memories
of memorials
holding human history
Cin Cin
goldenrod raises
her goblet of snow
a toast to sunrise
Cows’ Horizon
a final graze
before frost
finishes the field
Field, Mountain, Sky
to share
this morning
true belonging
Summer Took Me By The Hand
and stretched before me
verdant, tender, true
as the great green meadow
Big Sky
the day
was wide
with possibility
Parallel Purposes
stretched across the landscape
train tracks and phone lines
corn rows and pasture fences
Distant Snow
as our weather rises and shifts
winter still holds fast
to the horizon
Indian Paintbrush’ed
like watercolors
prairie fire bleeds color
across the landscape
Interval
do nothing
see
everything unfold
Boundless
into the blue
the oh so blue sky
limitless universe unveiled
Blue Glooming
in fading light
heaven’s window
opens
Ascent
each
stroke of air
pulls the horizon closer
March’s Indecisive Landscape
snow recedes
while ever approaching
on the horizon
The First Day
the new year’s
pristine landscape
and horizon of hope
The Wind Winds Down
peeking out
the storm’s force and fury
remains in the tilted horizon
Fog’s Clarity
the future disappeared
along with the horizon
leaving the delicate determination of now
New Horizons
winter caresses
the line of the limb
the reach of the branch
every new horizon
Hint of Spring
Winter lingers on the mountains
lichen greens the birch bark
the air hints of spring
Room
In the open space
dreams collect like clouds
creating my horizon.
Many Mountains
When I know
the shapes in the distance
I know where I am.
Outcropping
The granite ledge
makes itself known
by refusing all trees.
Horizons
Standing in the quiet of the field
in the gentle morning light
the mountain range rests in soft clouds
all is as it should be.
July Morn
Threatening skies
don’t intimidate
wild grass
Horizon
My feet feel an earth drained of her color.
My mind’s eye imagines greens below blue skies.