the woods are our walls
and the floor a carpet of forget-me-nots
we use the sky as ceiling and heaven as the roof
How A Hearth Makes A Home
Sea Of Green
a froth of fern
meets the garden shore of grass and sunshine
wave sets of trees gather in the distance
Friends Together
happy trillium faces
peeking out between
solomon seal’s long legs
Spring Morning
a gentle lavender call
to greet day
stirs the river
Proximity
perhaps it was the wind
that transferred a touch of flaming red
to your buttery petals
Petaled Lanterns
the afternoon
becomes
a pink illumination
Shadow And Light
in their differences
how they amplify and echo
each other
Near The Beaver Dam
beside the water’s current
a stillness settles on
that savors the day’s tranquility
Magic Carpet
just to stand upon it
you have already ridden
to your fantastical destination
Dear Ephemerals
the sweetness sweeter
for the shortness
of their stay
Bulbs And Cords
the seasons ever adjacent
tulips a banner of colors
brightening the wood pile
Summoning The Power To Bloom
an untold number
of miracles
must converge
Spring Dreams
all the world in bloom
and emanating
the green glow of hope
Go Slow
on the dirt road
through the greening valley
witness hope unfurling before you
River Morning
this day’s mysteries
gather in the mist
until divulged by the sun
Ruffled And Still
old cattails clearly wind ruffled
but the red-wing’s every feather
remains perfectly in place
Verdant Faith
leaves clasped
like hands in prayer
plants in praise of spring
Welcome, Welcome
forsythia in bloom
throwing open
the proverbial garden gate
That Sweetness In The Air
it is
the maple wind
ushering in hope
Jane’s House
elegant in white
morning mist and magnolias
shroud your sanctuary
Filagree Of Spring
each leaf and flower unfurling
a revelation of details and hues
spring in the woods making her masterpiece
Performance In May
amidst a chorus of violas
hyacinth the prima donna
claims center stage
And Sometimes
the journey home
is strikingly different
but the destination is the same
Twinkling On A Still Dormant Shrub
stars that never dim
blooms of perpetuity
remains of the azaleas
Time Reflected
a faint reflection
the memory of our summers
drifting in the red canoes
Flowered Flight
mariposa
my magnolia
a bloom of butterflies
The Daring Of Dreams
such grey April skies
some trees barely dare
to dream of leaves
How Sight Can Be A Feeling
Buddha sees
the beginnings of blooms
behind him
Old Barn First Witness
a clapboard background to
the enduring rite of spring
sunshine as forsythia
Spring’s Aura
almost invisibly the willow
begins to emanate
her green energy field