in the meadow
tide lines
of seeds
Witnessed By Barn Windows
Dried And Frosted Meadow Flower
a beauty formed
by passing time
the ending delicate
as the beginning
Old Friend
you and I
on creaky knees
still enjoying a wander
The Day Reached Out To Hold My Hand
mist lifts
as morning warms
an early autumn caress
Why The Meadow Blooms
for the bees
and the earth
and her own pleasure
Made For Them
I came across
a paradise
blooming just for bees
For The Monarchs
there at the edge of darkness
the white flash of milkweed seeding
ensuring a haven for the butterflies return
The Still Green Path
wander along the waning meadow
beside busy insects gathering
and seeds scattering
Preparation For Fall
meadow, mountains, sky
intensify their colors
as shadows grow deeper
Mist Rise On The Meadow
the curtain rises
on the play
of another summer day
By The Barn
white foam
of the wildflowers’ wave
splashing on the meadow
A Place In The Sun
morning moves
the night aside, then
a spotlight just for you
House At The End Of Queen Anne’s Lane
a road of dirt
the flowers wild
this kingdom ruled by bees
The Veil Lingers
in the softness
of a summer morning
the landscape still dreaming
Pass Through
the opening itself
an invitation
to step into the light
Souls Bared To The World
naked trees
in the golden meadow
strength in vulnerability
On The Cusp Of Spring
the meadow
still holding
last summer’s sun
Seamlessness
around the edges of the morning
the fog reminiscences
with last night
Standing In The Heart Of The Meadow
holding space and memories
of the orchard
from long ago
Even Grey Days Have Their Golden Light
the sun is found
golden and shining
from the ground
In The Sunshine
beneath clouds and blue sky
together and yet singular in purpose
room for everything
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