a pop of pink
to pull you into
the shady embrace
The Shade Garden’s Invitation
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
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