old cattails clearly wind ruffled
but the red-wing’s every feather
remains perfectly in place
Ruffled And Still
The Marsh Awakens
wind ripples the open water
geese and ducks float by
a heron contemplates a stay
I Am Lifted
silently you rise
taking my spirit
with you
Circle Of Life
seeded landscape
declining and proliferating
simultaneously
Kerplop
silence
is broken
by a watery landing
The Dance
wanting each moment
to last forever
impatient for what is next
A Ruse Of Roots
an alligator’s
magnificent jaws
at the ready for capture
First Hint Of Fall
a quick kiss
by the cool breeze
on the landscape’s cheek
Zero And One
nature shows
how much exists
beyond the binary code
The Reflection’s Pen
a morning doodle
zig-zagging
cattails
Darkness Receding
birds stirring
amongst the reeds
the marsh awakens
Boardwalk In The Marsh
the walk
itself
is the destination
No Longer Even A Memory
like the night’s dreams
morning mist disperses
until dissolved
Generosity
in infinite varieties
the giving goodness
of green
Winter In The Wings
sunlight makes a show
of dancing
across the marsh
Morningside
residing
in the shadow play
heron starts his day
August Sun
reeds and grasses
illumined by heat
green fire on the water
Seen And Seen
that spot of light
the glint in the eye
of the universe
As the Day Slowly Rises
beneath the surface
the clarity
of dreams persist
All Wet
the mallard and heron
embrace water
from above and below
Marsh In The Rain
the welcome home
as water
receives water
Marsh Alighted
the reeds
ignited
burning through daylight
Motion
the leaves and the grasses
even the very air
dancing to winter’s tune
Thanksgiving
blessings bestowed
in sunshine and snow
great gratitude for all that is given
Red Canoes Huddle In The Protection Of The Pines
as cold gathers
at the marsh’s edge
and starts to fill the sky
Eyewitness
taking in the scene
the season’s change
to brown from green
Autumn’s Calm
the landscape
soothed
by a gentle rain
At The Edge
listening
to the purple
echos
Welcome
fleeting
glimpse of spring
blackbird visiting
Wood Duck Box By The Old Corn Field
the frozen marsh
the fallow field
everything in its time