fleeing from the field
light rides
the salmon sky
Glory, Glory, Glory
a frozen star
a gift of light
a glimpse of the divine
Exultation
chosen she wears
the light of white
teaching lessons in joy
Solstice
a pause
before the sun’s reversal
and our heading into light
Alighted
light shone
on the finished field
transforming it to gold
Night Meets Day
bare branches
still covered in night
receive the morning sky
Slumber
december glooming
dark light on the marsh
this is where shadows sleep
Like to Like
soft as snow
feathered reeds
where winter will rest
Each Day New
the day wakes
light yawns across the valley
creation is never done
River Dance
light dances
across the surface
leaving footprints of joy
Crisp
autumn light
chisels colors
out of the blue
October Glory
the light
was as thick as honey
its sweetness coated the day
Flickering
fairy candle
lights the way
into autumn’s darkening days
Twins
double bloom
two white moons
light in light
Message in the Mirror
reflection reveals
how things are
rooted in light
Brief Encounter
a flash of colors
I am flushed with hope
even when only gray remains
Sensei
each step
through sun or shadow
requires balance
A Thought That Knew, A Look That Saw
like the thought
that changes perception and reality
a ray of light
illuminates the leaf’s simple complexities
Adaptation
the light
is found
by seeking
New Day
the light still lingers
from some other
morning’s moon
Easter Sky
a moveable feast
this transient sky
and light of living hope
Promise of Promise
leaves still illuminated
by last summer’s light
promising of her return
Hidden Light
the sun obscured
a wintry day
the willow weeps
The One Hundred Year Old Window
lens of the past
abstracting the present
waves of light and memories
Not Forgotten
a glimpse of light
on the darkest day
the sun has not forgotten us
Goddess
golden tresses
halo of light
gracing us
Great Pumpkin
jack-o’-lantern
will light the way
keeping dark spirits at bay
Color is the Light
orange and purple dawn
honored by the morning moon
color is the light of autumn’s days
The Wind Is Monet’s Brush
the changing light
the passage of the season
painted on the canvas of the pond
Sunlit
a grace note
of autumn light
plays upon the lily pond