an enduring
divinity of
light and color
Burning Bush
Keep Watch
three lighthouses
and the morning star
guiding in the day
Sunrise
beam of light
reaching for heaven
reaching for us
Sail On
wind at your back
untether yourself
from fear
Peace Visited
welcome is made
by acceptance and surrender
to beauty’s embrace
Concentration Of Red Maple
color that pulses
my heart beats
in sync
October Tableau
the shadows and leaves
a collage
depicting time
Heads Up
a mast year
toads dodge
the falling acorns
Wild And Free
some petals spent
the joyful bloom
undeterred
Lift Your Eyes
and see
how trees reach
for heaven
Be The Way
like the water lily
feed your light
into the darkness
Wearing The Wool That Will Warm Us
sheep graze
beneath a rainbow of leaves
content in their well earned peace
Shell Collecting
the forest
a green ocean
her leafy tide revealing
mushroom seashells
Quiet Courage
reeds unbowed
by winter’s approach
resisting advance compliance
Waking
dawn opened
her sleepy eye
and lo the day began
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