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
For Equilibrium
sit a bit
in the shelter of the shade
and watch the day wander by
Rejoicing
a hallelujah chorus
rises from the gloriosa field
Filtered Light
moody morning
the misty mountain
ruminates
Paradox
set free
by the fence
uninhibited and unafraid
delphinium bloom with abandon
Afloat
lilies rose
the water bloomed
hope floats
Patchwork
barn roof’s<br />
quilted covering<br />
pieced together
Devotion
to be waited for
and received in love
is the soul of homecoming
Countryseat
in their meadow kingdom
lupin minarets flank
bluebirds’ castle
Green Glade
in the quiet
nature’s voice
is heard
Arrival
summer flew in
on the wide blue sky
and landed in the greening field
Herd on the Hill
the gentle slope
the tender grass
sweet lazy grazing
The Nature of Time
slowly thyme
makes its way
across the lawn of summer
Strike Up The Band
a violet and white
parade of quaker ladies
adorns May’s main street