everything extending
the last of their essence
veritas of beauty
In The Valley Of The Lily
The Garden Dreamt An Ocean
shoal
of red octopi
floating in the rosebush
Lurker
there’s Joe-Pye weed
peeking
in the window
After The Rain
every blade of grass
is a tiny torch
of guiding light
A World Of Purple
separate plants
find kinship
in color
Green Goblets
waiting to be filled
with the drink of rain
before fully unfurling
Reconsidering The Moon
days ago so near
in my memory
I can still touch her
Spring Road
we travel
into
the beginning
The Space Between
we remain
a part of each other
even in separation
Bird With Leaf Buds
before the leaves
the buds
before the nest
the plan
Always In April
and sometimes in May
a snowfall surprises
freshly unfurled leaves
Trees Thinking About Leaves
encouraged
by the evergreens
tiny buds plump themselves
Mourning Cloak
you
of brown velvet
supine in sunshine
Behold
each tiny bloom
declaration and celebration
of spring’s return
Flow
this is the texture
of time
passing by
Stillness And Then Departure
remnants of the wasp nest
disintegrating leaves
upon a bed of departing snow
Finding A Way
going through
it
Making Do
are wearing clouds
in lieu of leaves
The Center Holds
on the river of leaves
stillness inside movement
Should The Feeder Be Empty
there is
plenty
Abstract Of Rickrack
circle
upon themselves
Stained Glass Grass
on the ground
nature is my church
One Way To Mark Your Place In Time
we are on the other side
and a new year begins
Walk With A Friend
by an animal
the best of communions
Beginnings
sets sights
on the sky
This From That
grew
a moss mountain
Turbulence
wind and current
we travel together
Graceful Exit
the leaving of self
behind
Frosting
sugared
with cold
Clarity
as edges and differences
make themselves known