traveling the lines
across a brilliant sky
voices seeking hearts
Carried
The Fall
colors being absorbed
by roots
already nourishing spring
Which Way
no right way
straight or meandering
still arriving at the same place
Sneaking By
there below the terrace
the elusive metal heron
keeping thoughts of summer alive
Mentored By The Hibiscus
noticing the beauty
of each petal’s fine, intricate lines
new acceptance of my own
How It Grows
layers and lines
drawing the complexities
of the garden’s many cycles
Origami
fold lines
sharp on the leaf
making mountains
Green Goblets
waiting to be filled
with the drink of rain
before fully unfurling
That Branch Of Mathematics
winter is
a mathematician
of sacred geometry
Main Line
falling
down the leaf
to the root of things
Simplicity As Palette
the hosta
is a minimalist
with a grand presentation of form
Parallel Purposes
stretched across the landscape
train tracks and phone lines
corn rows and pasture fences
Everywhere
divine beauty
resides with us
in every ordinary thing
Obeisance
in deference
to the cold
hosta leaf curtsies
In the Nature of Farming
precision
of the cornfield abuts
the rambunctious fence line
Mushroom Moon
amongst an astronomy of moss
I found the moon
on the forest floor
Twins
double bloom
two white moons
light in light
Apeiron
stripes of white
cut through
an infinity of blue
Disambiguation
frozen pond
winter travels on
long shadows
Painted
water colored
in greens and cream
hosta leaf
Space
Solace can often be found
in the space between.