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

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


in deference
to the cold
hosta leaf curtsies

In the Nature of Farming

of the cornfield abuts
the rambunctious fence line

Mushroom Moon

amongst an astronomy of moss
I found the moon
on the forest floor