we are so glad
you were forced to bloom
now scenting the house with early spring
New England Directions
on the rise
past the shadows longer
than the long driveway
The Goings Of September
we wander the waning meadow
stopping to marvel
at every remaining bloom
Summer Of Rain
this rain falls hard, pounding
this man rain roars
bent on reshaping our topography
Openings
between the heron and the house
morning wanders across the meadow
charming the new day
Winding Path
the finest way to travel
is meandering
making the path as you go
Welcome, Welcome
forsythia in bloom
throwing open
the proverbial garden gate
Jane’s House
elegant in white
morning mist and magnolias
shroud your sanctuary
The Daring Of Dreams
such grey April skies
some trees barely dare
to dream of leaves
New To The World
oh to be
inquisitive
young and clean
The Dairy’s Driveway
in the winter
like the cows
mostly black and white
Holding Place Until The Lamps Are Lighted
an insistence
of light within
the gathering grey
Spectacle Of The New Day
morning rose
the sky
in full bloom
Garden Hostel
such fine accommodations
rooms tailored
to each wingeds need
Oh To Be
a bug so small
a flower can be
made into your house
Azalea’s House
her gorgeous bloom
an invitation
for admiration
Near Yet Far
oh the out house
too far in the winter
too near in the summer
Through The Woods
you will find
their snowy roof
and Christmas pine
Trio Of Pairs
sunshine clapboards and goldenrod
pink hibiscus and joe pye weed
shingled roofs with pine needles
A Birdbath In Paradise
behind the house
an Eden grew that
we could visit anytime
Recluse in ClapBoard
shy yellow house
her sun blinded window eyes
squinting through the blooms