sitting quietly
gathering hope
waiting for bluebirds
Pastime
Dahlias By The Wood Shed
wood waits for winter
dahlias blaze
in July
Morning Meeting
hello my deer
hello to wildness
and wonder
Iris In The Dooryard
the garden’s appointed
sergeant at arms
officiating summer’s bloom
Running Wild
across the field
gathering down by the brook
phlox roams the summer terrain
dodging deer
aspiring to become
bouquets
Dog Days
free to be
as lazy as the clouds
in a breezeless sky
Discovered Deep In The Woods
the quern stone remains
speaking of long ago efforts
at homesteading
Spires
they rise
as an exaltation of light
against the woods dark backdrop
Summer Patchwork
a patch of wildflowers
a patch of sunshine in the glade
a patch of forested shade
Smallness In The Large World
be not mistaken for
a shimmer, reflection or shadow
your being matters
The Flowered Breeze
the sway of color
the kiss of air
this is summer’s embrace
To Hold The Day
the pine’s
green fingertips
reaching out
Daydream
flowers rode
the nimble wooden horse
into summer
In Awe
as the light
paints the iris
I am transfixed by the divine
First Light
morning shadows wander
while we wait
for the horses to wake
The Lambs And The Donkey
the other
not stranger
but protector
Sermon In The Rock Garden
jack in the pulpit
preaches to his growing flock
of creeping phlox
Nobody Falls
named
by a child
such sweetness of sentiment
Enchantment
the passing light
a quick glimpse
into the fairies’ world
The Shade Garden’s Invitation
a pop of pink
to pull you into
the shady embrace
What The Sun Brought
spring arrived
and even the dog stops
to contemplate the beauty
Better Than Oz
my March wish granted
as far as the eye can see
the world is emerald green
Early Bird
meet the new day
like a robin with a mix
of persistence and hope
Labor Of Love
tenderly ministering
to the two leaved starts
and all efforts beyond
Earth Awakens
first flowers rise
the river’s belly is full
everything tilts towards more
Fishing
patience incarnate
stock still
until the strike
Held By The Season
abundance of leaf and petal
spring wraps
her shady arms around us
Trail Head
we keep the signals
for fellow travelers
silent and small
At The Farm
early morning, early spring
quiet stillness
before the long labor
After Raking
first day in the garden
the bed’s leaf blankets removed
sun and shade waltz on the lawn
the promise of renewal revealed