azalea cascades pink
into the sunlight
onto the landscape
Summer
lazy clouds in a wide blue sky
the meadow is ripe
for resting in
Mountain Dreams
clouds
are what
mountains dream
Spring Storm
weather races in
erasing the distance
with mist
Cool Spring Morn
mist rises from the fertile field
the heart of the river valley beats
Old Friends
the frail sun, the frosty lawn
the old tree and tire swing
wait for summer
Rush
late to meet the river
eager for the ocean’s embrace
snow melt hurries
Unexpected Company
uninvited
the sparrow arrives
at the wood duck’s door
Boxcar and Branches
The train waits for its green light
as the trees’ buds await sufficient sunlight
Picket
in need of a patch of blue
the blue picket fence will do
Banishment
winter lingers
in the damp and grey
until banished by the sun
Seepage
long river
creeps over her banks
occupying low lying fields
Proof
that wide blue sky
a living proof
warmer days will not be denied
Return
the sky clears to blue
birds are on the wing
dear, tender, true spring
April Morn
her snow blanket removed
the naked earth awakens
renewed, refreshed and ripe
Demonstration
as snow recedes devoted pines
demonstrate being green
for leafless trees
Love and Beauty
Venus courts the morning moon
wooing spring from winter
These Things
the rock, the stump
the birch bird house
these are the things
that stand in winter
Barns
side by side
shouldering the isolation of winter
red barns reside in the kinship
of proximity
Waiting
between storms
a colorful dawn
reminds us of what
we are waiting for
Snowscape
the whispers of bullrush
the patterns of the wind
the desert of winter
Exhale
open mouthed
the barn
exhales cold
Roar
the lion of March
continues to roar
An Illumination
the desire for spring
burns in the bush
Tributary
a white path
wanders the woods
the creek in winter
The Beauty Of
winter’s still life
steals my breath
restores my spirit
By Any Other Name
winter’s red roses
sumac in snow
Three
warmth is found
in the company of friends
Glow
the willow glows
because she knows
the surety of spring
Wide Sky
clouds rush past
chased by the arctic wind
as I set my sights on blue