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
Fissure
shell of clouds cracks
yoke of blue
seeps through
Zig Zag
like the teeth of a zipper
brown and ground emerge
opening to spring
Preparation
mended fence
the paddock waits
for green grass and grazing
In The Interval
the birch
wears feathers
while waiting for leaves
Resurrection
the ground begins
to make itself
known again
Hidden Light
the sun obscured
a wintry day
the willow weeps
History
the pinecone
elucidates the pine tree
on how things came to be
Rise
radiance is the soul
making itself known
Seeing Through
seek
intimacy with existence
look without naming
Apeiron
stripes of white
cut through
an infinity of blue
Summoning Blue Skies
the mountain ridge
the sumac’s reach
the destiny of spring
Glimmer
glinting ice
in the snowy field
a wink from spring
The Geography of Time
snow recedes
with the mysteriousness
of spring’s birth
Source
within the somber silence
the black and white of things
darkness gestates spring