there was
nothing in the meadow
but the whole of everything
Of Corn And Cows
wealth of wealth
cows rest between
fertile fields of feed
Up In The Hay Loft
rest
in the lap
of summer
The Picking Yard
flowers
pledged fidelity
to the kindness of the garden
Intentions
soft the morning rose
dreaming into being
a wholeness of day
Origin
bluebird box
on the lily marsh
commencement of happiness
Where the heart is
my mountain home
dwarfed by the immense blue sky
everything is in its place
Invitation
the open gate
invites me
into the new day
Fast Morning Sky
the landscape unfurls
its green velvet carpet
for the day to walk
Dreamland
intoxicating
flutter and glow
a dreamland of poppies
Everything
the garden holds
life and death with
Buddha at the center
“Set me a seal upon thy heart”
beauty seals
the ragged cracks
mending the broken heart
Lavender Glooming
the colors
wrap around us
we are held
in heaven’s embrace
Sunset Music
the sky sings
glory hallelujah
water sings the refrain
Commencement
inspired by the field
hardwoods commence their leafing
as the landscape sighs in green
Convocation
at the bridge
quaker ladies rally
sojourn to the spring woods
The Magnification of Hope
spring proceeds in
infinitesimal increments
best seen through
the magnification of hope
Waiting Red Canoe
her reflection swims
a memory
of last summer’s youth
April Snow
night’s white blanket
tucked in all the green
the garden bed is cozy cold
How Day Breaks
God’s finger
a single ray of light
the touch of the divine
Steps
carry your troubles
down to the river
wash them away
Woven
in the lay of the land
lies the fabric of life
all warp and weft
Smokehouse
the cure
for hunger
is preservation
Passage
this is the way
through the dark and the grey
past winter’s long night and into the light
Wholeness
purpose and place
is located
in relationship
Heading into Spring
ride the rails
out of winter’s shadows
into light and the beginnings of green
Testimony
still standing
our wise elder testifies
to beauty’s endurance
Scattered
positions
like conditions
remain ever changing
Above the Milk House
time matched the speed
of the forming clouds
folding everything into now
Sweet
the warm west wind
these chilling nights
and sugar runs