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
Arch of Hearts
in the garden
everything of importance happens
in its own time and way
Grace
the world
leafs out and blossoms
answering all lingering
winter prayers
Sun Flower
forsythia’s petal rays
in sunburst bloom
warm the landscape
Room To Grow
every leaf bud revels
in the space
reserved for their expansion
Civilization
next to the stones
placed by the ice age
hand planted daffodils
Wave of Blue
beneath barbed wire
spring infiltrates
the woods
Where Elements Rest
the May breeze
takes its holiday
at the marsh
Traces
red buds
spring’s fingerprints
on the white woods
Dirty Knees
mud season
mother earth’s
warm fertile embrace
Alighted
beam of sun
alights the treetops
infusing buds with life
May I
welcome are the clouds
of April’s dappled skies
who shower us with colors
Willow Gold
a cupola wears
the willow’s crown
of golden glory
Awakening
invisible
is the rousing
of the drowsy woods
To Come And Go
cold must rise in order to leave
every thing comes and everything goes
in nature’s design of time
On The North Side
shade shelters the cold
allowing winter to persist
between pickets and pines
New Day
the light still lingers
from some other
morning’s moon