first day in the garden
the bed’s leaf blankets removed
sun and shade waltz on the lawn
the promise of renewal revealed
After Raking
Before The Leafing Out
the green, green grass
and the dear blue sky
providing inspiration for the trees
Horse And Garden
tools rest in the shed
by raised unmade beds
waiting for warmth to be trustworthy
We’ve Arrived
the day
blue and sparkling
banishing winter
Begin Again
the field by example
inspires the trees
to return to green
Coltsfoot
yellow
goes galloping
across still cold ground
In The Still Dark Woods
that must be spring
off to the left
just out of view
Thank You Red Twig Dogwood
any and all color
in early spring
a cherished gift
Fallen Giant
headstone of
roots and earth
an eloquent epitaph
The Mirrored World
at the river bank
we are given
fresh perspective
Medicine Tree
this totem birch
carved by time and decay
entwining healing and decline
Granite Steps
after miles of incline
on the Appalachian Trail
a reprieve of granite stairs
The Light We’ve Been Waiting For
nudging
the sleeping woods
awake
Green Velvet
the log couch
on a high pile carpet
of leaves
Rush
the wait is over
the water freed
spring unleashed
Summoning
colors gathering strength
invisible beneath
the browns of ground, bank and branch
Remain
when deep in dark shadows
I’ve learned to wait like a tree
for the sun’s inevitable light
The Emerald Forest
the green carpet
spring makes her
entrance on
Meeting Spot
inside the fire ring stones
the echos
of other travelers
Reminder
April is fickle
spring is near
but not yet here
Chipmunk In Morning Sun
basking in
the divine caress
of spring warmth
Overnight
winter returned
like a stray cat
on the morning stoop
Cathedral
I stopped for worship
at the stained glass window
of tree roots and forest
Stone Ghost
the house dissolved
but the hearth, the heart
of home remains
Eggshell Of Ice
it is the sun
that will hatch
the pond
Run Off
making a get away
snow melt
merges with the meadow
Home
inside a hollow
soft with rot
safety in the nesting spot
Color Begins
pulsing
through the branches
the desire of spring
River Side
winter holds the river still
but the sun has returned
giving soft pine needle ground
Anticipation
the sky
a robin’s egg
incubating spring