Walk the soft path
in the cool water.
It is purpose enough.
Meadow
The colors of summer
call out from the meadow
come play with us today.
Route
At the onset the way seems straight forward
but just out of sight are the dips, rises, swerves and curves
that transform a trip into a journey.
Field of Dreams
Dreams take shape slowly
emerging from soft surroundings
an impression forms, staking claim on hope.
Hillside
The slope demands effort
while promising a summit view.
In Place
An open stretch of sky, grass as soft as velvet
the wandering Connecticut River within reach;
all is well, God is near.
Change
The thunderhead rolls in
soon to darken the blue sky with rain
and throw lightening bolts like Zeus.
Field of Astor
Lavender and yellow delights
gather in the meadow
Woodstock for wildflowers.
Chieftan Trees
The sweetest of woods
pine’s scent releases burdens from heads and hearts
and so they are known as the Keepers of Peace.
Calm
Midday by the river just the barest of breezes blows
and the only sound is of bees and dragonflies at work.
Watchfulness
From the sanctuary of the woods animals watch
the metal bridge that carries man and his many parcels and purpose
to the other side and back again.
Biggest Star
Brightest orb shining the way
through spring and into summer days,
lighting the route through woods and dark days.
Country Nine Patch
The land is quilted with care
by leathered hands guiding the blades of the big red tractor.
An old wood fence ties this patch to the next.
Overlooking
The water glitters and shouts as it rushes on
carrying memories of perfection from the freshness of youth.
Age tempers today’s perfection with the acceptance of impermanence
making the glitter more brilliant and the shouting more joyful.
Big Rock
Sit on the big rock
in the sunshine by the river.
Let the water wash your worries away.
Let the birds sing the song in your heart.
Magic in the Mist
Beneath the shroud of early morning mist
all creatures and growing things pause
and give thanks for the coming day.
Woodland Path
This is the path that leads to the place
where the flowers know your name,
walk slowly and listen to their stories of you.
So Blue the Sky
so still the brook.
Look deep into the water
and see heaven.
Benevolence
As dusk descends a storm approaches,
celestial light graces the trees
and shelters the shadow of the house.
The Road Towards Summer
In a few weeks time this road will lead
to lazy days shimmering with heat and nights with fireflies.
Quiet Entrance
Spring sneaks in on little fox feet
greening the mountain while the world sleeps.
Living
In April the earth vibrates
with a growing, glowing green
that celebrates each second of aliveness.
Before Twilight
In the magic hours the forest glows
as trees catch the sun and release their dreams.
Horizon
My feet feel an earth drained of her color.
My mind’s eye imagines greens below blue skies.
Lonesome for Sunshine
Some days in April
Spring feels farther away
than in December.
Log Bridge
A fallen tree
makes the perfect spot
to sit and spy on fish.
Red Brush at Brook’s Bend
Colors begin to leak into the landscape.
Spring approaches.
Procession
Clouds gather in formation
ascending towards the heavens
marching across the sky
as pines stand sentry to their parade.
Budding Out
In a burst of energy, renewal and hope colors are released
as trees transform the landscape from winter to spring.
Adventure
The back porch stairs
lead to the whole
of the wild woods and world.