dawn opened
her sleepy eye
and lo the day began
Waking
There Is Safety
as an island
has a lighthouse
the earth has the moon
Beneath The Moon
as day good-byes
the blue sky waves
in pinks and purples
Silt and Shadow
the way every element
was moving, changing, departing
I glimpsed eternity
Faith In Mystery
there was
a needed reassurance
in the river’s soft corner
Where The Light Gets In
true togetherness
resides in those little spaces
we honor between us
Autumn Comes
leaves and water
trembling with the speed
of autumn’s changing colors
Commenced
a finger of light
touches the marsh
today awakens
The Drought’s Metronome
days tick by
we wait and pray
for rain
By And By
white birch
reaching for
the polka dot sky
Flower Farm
giving, giving, giving
until taken
by the hard frost
No Need For Nails
when architects are trees
the fallen a log bridge
a root an arch
Believe
despite the enormity
of the big dark woods
and the smallness of our feet
we can find our way through
The Bridge
hear the sound of dog steps
joyfully crossing
back and forth
Mid-September
the garden keeps on
with second blooms
and thirds
Corn Tassels And Clouds
room to billow
in a wide blue sky
summer’s arms still open
Linger Like The Light
in the ever moving stream
there are pools of calm
to be found
The Day Reached Out To Hold My Hand
mist lifts
as morning warms
an early autumn caress
Ambiguous Sky
uncertain day
begins in
pink and grey
Black Rocks Green Leaves
beside the brook
light and shadow
conversed about
contentment’s ways
Bear’s Binoculars
dropped
at the sighting
of this winter’s den
Dispersing
heron on the wing
an echo of the morning mist
rising and disappearing
Stop
wait and watch
as the sun reveals
today’s gifts
Why The Meadow Blooms
for the bees
and the earth
and her own pleasure
The Day Starts With Conversation
crows
in the field
morning corn klatch
Secret Passage
only we know
the feet that tread these stairs
in twos and fours
Falling Into Blue
the sky, the ocean
and the shade too
all falling into blue
The Lap Of Eternity
resting on shore
each wave
a breath
Pollen Painted
in the high heat
August fields fill with
goldenrod and dry grass
The Garden’s Guardian
presiding over
this convent of flowers
dedicated protector of insects and blooms
