however far away
place holders
for a summer’s day
What’s That?
they were young
and curious
about the world
Quaker Ladies
they gather
in the meadow
sharing kindnesses
Spring’s Approach
breathless
she flies in
on the west wind
A Solar System Underfoot
the milky way
rests
on the meadow
Morning Sun
light bright enough
to rouse
all sleeping seeds
Landscape Tapestry
time’s shuttle
weaving
branches, reeds, weeds
Indecision
last night’s rain
returned us to November
and snow begins again
Goldenrod Gone By
in the cold
old blooms
imitate snow
There Is A Time In November
when right now
comes precisely
into focus
Provisions
as autumn’s color departs
we store its memory
for winter sustenance
Late Meadow
the season’s colors
settling down
to the ground into brown
Two Chairs On The Path
together we sit
and wait for fall’s
parade of color
Afternoon With Cows
we bask
in autumn light
as time floats by
Bones and Softness
fully
inhabited self
contradiction consummated
Meadow Surf
swells of color
summer’s current
these flowering wave sets
Heat Collection
pools
of sunshine
gather in the meadow
Indian Paintbrush’ed
like watercolors
prairie fire bleeds color
across the landscape
Foxs’ Wedding
rain in sunlight
bright meadow flowers
before the dark woods
We Gather In The Meadow
chairs circled
we worship in
the valley’s benevolence
Meleagris
gathering
at autumn’s edge
to strategize the season
Mystic Path
September morning
the green path
leads dreams into day
Downpour
sudden storm
a crack
then cloudburst
Attuned To Life
alert
to the mysteries of
what happens next
Beside The Dusty Road
a meeting place
for man and nature’s
communion
All Things In Their Rightful Place
peacefulness articulated
by the birdhouse
beneath the flowering crab
Harmony
poppies concur
red houses
for bluebirds
Oh Preach
the gospel
of birdsong
sermon in the field
Weathered
old homestead
holding the place
for spring
On the Sideline
pompoms
of petaled color
cheering on fall