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
The bench by the pond
my meeting place with God.
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.
Parting Gift
The last gift the cornfield gives
is its whispering song
on the winds of fall.
Leaves Surrender
the first surrender is to color
the second is to be untethered by the wind
and the final surrender is to perish in form and replenish the earth
Spirit in Clouds
During dark days
if I remember to look up
I can see your magnificence
shining on me.
Goddess Trees
The trinity of birch
renewal, determination, protection
comprise a sacred ladder to the heavens.
Slender Thread
We are tied to this earth
with a thread more slender and fragile
than the stem of a birch leaf in autumn.
Turning
The change is upon us.
Daybreak
Blushing at her tardiness
autumn dawn makes her arrival
a bit later each day.
In A Certain Slant Of Light
Before the burst of color
fall appears in those moments just before twilight
and presents a world illuminated from within.
Slope
The end of summer
has found her
angle of repose.
Change
Corn tassels have browned
mist ushers in the morning
plants and weather are our time keepers.
Plenty
Rudbeckia
leaves no room
for wanting.
Susans’ Crown
This garden celebrates
black eyed susan as the queen of summer flowers
by giving her a crown.
Impermanence
The sky is my teacher
offering lessons in
fleeting, ephemeral, perfection.
Abundance
Nature knows no limits in the beauty she bestows.
Be a steward of splendor cherish don’t trample.
Heaven
On certain summer days
it is clear
heaven is here with us.
Sisters
They feed in the field of their ancestors
and rest in a humble structure
that is everything it needs to be –
home
Silo
In between the green mountains
the silo holds grain
and most importantly hope.
Sunshine Girls
Heads held high
they search the meadow for true love.
William Sweet William where can you be?
Recycling
The bog reclaims the brambles
to feed the fern and bulbs.
Open Door
The pond frogs serenade the cows
with an early evening lullaby
when the barn doors are open.
Horizons
Standing in the quiet of the field
in the gentle morning light
the mountain range rests in soft clouds
all is as it should be.
July Morn
Threatening skies
don’t intimidate
wild grass