the marsh
enveloped in
stillness and shadow
A Cold Quiet Descends
Commenced
a finger of light
touches the marsh
today awakens
Dispersing
heron on the wing
an echo of the morning mist
rising and disappearing
Marsh Concerto
plunk and peep of frogs
whispers in the reeds
songs sung by leaves
Collection Of Light
cattail torches
arise on the marsh
solidarity of light
Time Is A Painter
between the blues
of sky and water
autumn commences coloring
The Spirit Moves
between shimmer and shine
the transcendental curve
of the heron
Watching The Whispering
I saw
the soft sound
of marsh grass
Fishing
watching the heron
a lesson
in patience
April On The Marsh
a small hole
in the cloud cover
blue breaking through
Flames
afternoon light
cattail candles
set the marsh aglow
Call And Respond
from leaves
to ripples
color echos
Claimed
stumped by wetlands
once tall trees
now neck to neck with water lily
Prayers At The Marsh
may the heron bless me with a sighting
may the mist rise and grant me clarity
may the water’s reflection give me a second chance to see
The Queen’s Heron
across the water
white feathers converse
with white flowers
Grumpy
harumph hunched the heron
they never make a box
big enough for me
At The Edge Of A New Day I Wonder
what spirits reside
in that rising mist
what will they teach today?
Ruffled And Still
old cattails clearly wind ruffled
but the red-wing’s every feather
remains perfectly in place
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