we were inside
the snow globe
looking out
Slow Falling
This Day’s Gifts
sunshine and blue sky
the safety and comfort of home
a grateful heart
Candle In The Wind
wick of grass
houses
the sun
The Estate
bee balm bloom
by the blue door
a kind of coat of arms
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
House At The End Of Queen Anne’s Lane
a road of dirt
the flowers wild
this kingdom ruled by bees
Grandma’s Roses
spilling everywhere
like her love her roses
cannot be contained
A Gift Of Hyacinth
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
Distant Neighbors
on the other side
still we need
each other