in the ever moving stream
there are pools of calm
to be found
Linger Like The Light
The Day Reached Out To Hold My Hand
mist lifts
as morning warms
an early autumn caress
Ambiguous Sky
uncertain day
begins in
pink and grey
Black Rocks Green Leaves
beside the brook
light and shadow
conversed about
contentment’s ways
Bear’s Binoculars
dropped
at the sighting
of this winter’s den
Dispersing
heron on the wing
an echo of the morning mist
rising and disappearing
Stop
wait and watch
as the sun reveals
today’s gifts
Why The Meadow Blooms
for the bees
and the earth
and her own pleasure
The Day Starts With Conversation
crows
in the field
morning corn klatch
Secret Passage
only we know
the feet that tread these stairs
in twos and fours
Falling Into Blue
the sky, the ocean
and the shade too
all falling into blue
The Lap Of Eternity
resting on shore
each wave
a breath
Pollen Painted
in the high heat
August fields fill with
goldenrod and dry grass
The Garden’s Guardian
presiding over
this convent of flowers
dedicated protector of insects and blooms
Water And Granite
steadfast in opposite ways
the durability of granite
married to the fluidity of water
Marsh Concerto
plunk and peep of frogs
whispers in the reeds
songs sung by leaves
A Beauty And Her Beauty
a jewel
in her crown
butterfly alights on coneflower
Markers
side by side
the pyramid and cairn
left to hold a place in time
The Rooted Path
tree roots lattice the path
gentle stairs we ascend
in our journey towards the light
Watching Light Dance On The Water
deep in the quiet woods
by the unhurried water
my soul rejuvenates
Uncontainable
shoulder to shoulder
the flowers a joyful gathering
asking us to do the same
Vulnerabilities
pink plastic flamingos
their only predators
the elements, time and asethics
Silent Invitation
like breadcrumbs
we sprinkle red flowers
for hummingbirds
As The Sun Rose
dreams lingered
like dew drops
on leaf tips
Rising Temperatures
the smoke tree billows pink
as the door yard basks
in summer’s heat
Rabbit Ears
another new litter
pink and soft
listening, listening
The Road Into Summer
from the respite of shade
blue skies of opportunities
just up ahead
Room For All
each blooms in their our own time
community’s beauty
someone is always flowering
Painterly Spirit
splashes of color
across the lawn
Pollock’s spirit in the garden
Questions From A Neighborhood Walk
does an iron spider
weave a web
of chain link fence?