by winter’s demands
evergreens refuse to release color or needles
and stand in defiant contrast to the ever greying landscape.
Quiet White
Winter
white washes
the woods.
Aspiration
Branches reach
through blue sky and clouds
to touch the heavens.
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
Heaven’s joy
reaches out to us
in an extravagance of colors.
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
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.