the gentle landscape
rising and falling
showing us how

High Summer

the sun at her zenith
the shade deepens
all things ever balancing

On And On And On

in a cosmos
of flowers
timelessness found

The Three

the same
while still
distinctly self realized

Summer Took Me By The Hand

and stretched before me
verdant, tender, true
as the great green meadow

Ship Masts In The Meadow

resource to
man and beast
benevolent benefactors: trees

Repeat Repeat

rain removes snow
then develops into sleet
so goes winter: repeat, repeat

The Four Of Them

at the edge of the clearing
a family of birch

When Being Empty Is Being Whole

the light and fluff
a meadow star remains

The Yard In Autumn

leaves and light
on the lawn

Autumn In The Meadow

the light
more precious
as darkness nears

Savoring The Sunshine

summer has not yet
opened the gate
to fall

The Cup Runneth Over

a carpet of sunshine
beneath the azure sky

Queen Anne and Goldenrod

the meadow
a fall display

Now The Light Slants Towards September

shadows grow longer
the birdhouse stands empty
the quiet of fall approaches

The Way

gentle path
through the flowering field
the road to happy destiny