clouds smolder
their red embers
igniting the water’s edge
Being A Part
solitude
inside community
being a part of the whole
Tall Teachers
lessons take time
learning has no end
our subject is everything
Here
swim the sky
fly the water
heaven is on earth
Fate Awaits
lanterns and pies
bounty of the pumpkin patch
await their destiny
Day Unveiled
morning crosses the river
sunlight lapping at my feet
Spirit Guide
always nearby
awaiting notice
guiding the way
Autumn’s Paint
colors run
in the wild
wet woods
Dreams
the landscape dreams
in wisps of mist
and mystery
Sometimes
the grass is greener
right where you are
Glory
each moment
an exaltation
saturated in joy
Field Song
grasses sing
a serenade
to shorter days
Pray
for the peace
in the pasture
to cradle the world
Recognition
beauty is everywhere
calling out to me
if I recognize my name
What The Field Watches
pumpkin on the mill stone
and so the seasons turn
Pema
she hunts insights
in the misty mystical field
Divine Pink Sky
heaven
brushed against
the landscape
Old Fashioned
considered square
these old time rectangles
are far more picturesque
than newfangled marshmallows
Picking Garden
by arm fulls
gather up the yards
of scented colors
Emergence
wisdom lies
in the embrace
of not knowing
Pink Cloud Blue Moon
pink clouds wisped by
grace note of
a perfect day
Yield
first light
stretches across the acres
that are harvest’s home
Paradox
uncertainty embraced
calm ensues
amidst chaos
Sunrise on the Oxbow
black and white
morning light
darkness in retreat
Twin Peaks
the summit
must be heaven
where angels sherpa
Sunflowers
beaming in the hot sun
best beheld from the cool
depths of woodland shade
Beneath The Palisades
barn catches
the morning sun
another beginning begun
Out In Back
summer lolled
on the August lawn
luxuriating
Source
lift and push
servant and master
well be the well
The View
irresistible invitation
work can wait
on the table