pines bookend time
their reflections
a parallel universe’s tomorrow
Tag: marsh
Where Elements Rest
the May breeze
takes its holiday
at the marsh
To Come And Go
cold must rise in order to leave
every thing comes and everything goes
in nature’s design of time
In Lingering Ice
lonesome for the red winged
longing for the frogs’ calls
believing in the sun
cattails wait
Eagle’s Perch
an open marsh
the solitary dead pine
this is where the eagle prays
Practice
winter is
the practice
of patience
Determination
pines and reeds
hold tight to their colors
as winter whitens the landscape
Only
on the frozen marsh
where everything is holding its breath
sunlight is the only motion
Reed’s Marsh
there is solace in the silence
this is heaven’s hush
Seeker
Blue heron inhabits
this world and the other.
Jamboree
friends of the flock
fly in from afar
determined to attend
the winter wingding
Winter’s Approach
Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.
Opening
the entrance to the marsh
calls
be part of the peacefulness
Remains
Only a tiny ember
of fall’s glorious fireworks
remains in the landscape.
The Bird Box
In silent anticipation
the whole marsh waits for
the grace of the bluebird’s arrival.
I said
slow down a little, enjoy the scenery.
The marsh is marvelous this time of year.
But he paddled furiously on
determined to miss every enjoyment in his path.
Summer Snow
Water lilies adorn the pond
Summer’s snowflakes
Frozen Wetland
Cold paints a picture in tans and greys and white.
Wind is the painter’s muse.
Reading Signs
Pampas grass flags
document the speed and direction of the wind.
Frozen Memory
I dreamed of the marsh in winter
and saw tawny wheat growing in sand as soft as a cloud.
