dear pines evergreen
the sky so ever blue
through lines of the seasons
The Blue And Green
Still Sweet
Maine’s blueberry sky
not yet
bittered by cold
Dog Days
lazy boats
only the clouds
are sailing today
Across The Lake
the deciduous grove
in winter reveals
an intimate topography
Rudder Not Propeller
oh!
the paddle power
of legs
Summer Spot
from the heat of the rock
into the cool depths of the lake
JUMP
How Can It Be
the tree
I’ve only seen from afar
can feel like home
Through The Pines
light streams
across the lake
over the faint mountain vista
Feeding The Lake
new rain rushes
to quench the thirst
of the drought-ed lake
Climb A Tree
cross the lake
scale the mountain
touch the sky
Reigning Beauty
this day
heaven sent
we are drenched
in peace and beauty
Clouds In My Tea
the sky
a tonic
of loveliness
Bob-house Village
alone together
cold weather anglers
stationary sport
Warm Memory To Store For Winter
a Saturday landscape
the playful breeze
and laughing leaves
Uncontainable Happiness
flush of pleasure
the blushing dusk
closes a splendid day
The Amplification of Being
deep silence
listening to
the shadows move
Refuge in Blue
sun and shade
sanctuary
at the lake
Reflection of Flight
hatch
on the lake
bird’s buffet
Wood Bone
sun bleached
tree’s remains
the landscape’s carcass
Sunday Afternoon
time is
best measured in
moments not minutes
Birch Brush
summer drawn
with wind and water
moving while still
Released
in the echo
of his cry
every tear is dried
Respite
navigating stillness
by the paddle drip’s song
peace within reach
Water Temple
elements in worship
limbs raised in prayer
reflection of faith
At The Lake
the sight alone
of cool blue
refreshed
Loon Schooled
like ripples
in the water
your momentum proceeds you
The Swim Dock
August will burn
through the morning mist
there are still days to swim in
Snow Approaches
elevations
closest to heaven
wear white first
Watercolor
the ripple of birch
a wash of maple, ash and pine
soft autumn seen
Dwelling
between the leaves
resides
the house of mysteries