beneath clouds and blue sky
together and yet singular in purpose
room for everything
In The Sunshine
The Fading
the meadow so recently
buzzing and bustling
now nearly a still life
Never Lonely
two by two
horses and ponies
exponential companionship
Steel Steed
forever galloping
through the seasons
of the meadow
The Goings Of September
we wander the waning meadow
stopping to marvel
at every remaining bloom
Swishing At Flies
nose deep
in sweet grass
the tail comforts
while duty waits
Come And Go
meadows of milkweed for monarchs
we scan for yellow black stripes
and then the chandeliers of chrysalis
until the triumph of your red-orange winged flight
Told By The Road
the future is uncertain
but for this
together we go on
Begin
the fence
is neither
start nor finish
Summer Afternoon
these clouds carry
shade not water
and still we are thankful
Monkshood
at the meadow monastery
frugal simplicity reveals
extravagant complexities
The Romantics
they meet each dawn
in the flowering meadow
just to gaze into each other’s eyes
In The Flowering Meadow
in tandem
the soft caress of blossoms
the hum of insects busy
doing the work of the world
Ballet Alfresco
the meadow allegro
in her pink tutu
unopened blooms a pas de deux
Color And Light
between the clouds and mist
blue and light sneak in
feeding souls and seeds
Summer Of Rain
this rain falls hard, pounding
this man rain roars
bent on reshaping our topography
Prayers For July
let the flowers be wild
the days long
and the tree shade deep
Flown In
a blue feathered
happiness stopped by
looking for the birdhouse in my soul
We Share The Morning
the sun just up
bird song breaks the night’s silence
a shared glance as we each go about our ways
A Lazy Graze
cows know
how to do summer
slow and sweet
Openings
between the heron and the house
morning wanders across the meadow
charming the new day
Winding Path
the finest way to travel
is meandering
making the path as you go
Magic Carpet
just to stand upon it
you have already ridden
to your fantastical destination
Go Slow
on the dirt road
through the greening valley
witness hope unfurling before you
Winter’s Coat
flowers and grass
pattern the meadow
the earth wears a fur of flora
Ebb Tide In The Meadow
color and light slowly recede
part of the insistent
if distant pull of winter
After Labor Day
summer’s heat
still shimmers
in the tall grass
Sweetness
in the meadow’s expanse
like a bee
I seek intimacy with clover
The Other B’s Of The Meadow
buttercup, bachelor buttons
and barbed wire
bright, blue, biting
Homage To Christina’s World
portrait of the dog
as unwitting
model