Slope
Many Mountains
Retired Workers
Hallelujah
Nearness
Arrival
Tranquility
The Choir
Woodland Tapestry
Outcropping
Undaunted

by winter’s demands
evergreens refuse to release color or needles
and stand in defiant contrast to the ever greying landscape.
Quiet White
Aspiration
Ocean Grass

the meadow waves
lap at the birch shore line
The Spirit of Colors

Colors emanate
from bare branches
autumn’s aura
Golden Thread and Meadow Ribbon

A sparkling of frost
gloriously gift wraps
the meadow.
Destination

Through the dried grass
the wooden path
leads to winter.
Opening

the entrance to the marsh
calls
be part of the peacefulness
Unfailing

A sliver of moon
the morning star
day breaks
In the Highest
Union

Mist marries
the mountain
to the lake.
Remains

Only a tiny ember
of fall’s glorious fireworks
remains in the landscape.
The Bird Box

In silent anticipation
the whole marsh waits for
the grace of the bluebird’s arrival.
Morning Mist

the sun will unveil
today’s mystery and magic.
Awake

I dream
of golden clouds
and painted fields.
Connection
Morning Comes

no matter
how dark
the night.
Shadow Lands

light and dark
waltz across
the hilltops
Repossession

The woods reclaim the old barn
returning her lumber to the earth.















