old milk can
the blue bird box
custodians of paradise
Rain Pond
on quenched earth
rain becomes
reflections of the day
Go
green light
from the birch lampposts
luminosity of growth
Gathering
cold gathers
in the tree line
stronger than November sun
Edged With Antique Lace
green field sparkles with frost
as winter takes residence
in the shadow’s depth
The Queen’s Snow
flurry
of fluttering lace
in the quiet white light
Entirety
there was
nothing in the meadow
but the whole of everything
Hikers
they gathered at the fence
soon to be
flowers in the field
Invitation
the open gate
invites me
into the new day
Fast Morning Sky
the landscape unfurls
its green velvet carpet
for the day to walk
Meadowland
lupin shared their secrets
of beauty, bloom and seed
summer spread across the field
Good Morning
morning graze
the river flows
and songbirds serenade
Convocation
at the bridge
quaker ladies rally
sojourn to the spring woods
Field Song
grasses sing
a serenade
to shorter days
Devotion
to be waited for
and received in love
is the soul of homecoming
Assistance
cloudy day
the lupin shine
a blue that smiles for the sky
Countryseat
in their meadow kingdom
lupin minarets flank
bluebirds’ castle
Green Glade
in the quiet
nature’s voice
is heard
Three Berry Cottage
at the meadow’s edge
where the woods begin
three berry cottage awaits
her chance to comfort and contain
Married
the roof is meadow of moss
a common law marriage
of structure and elements
Merry Meadow
a swath of wild flowers
lead to the road home
Gathered
the spirit of the meadow
resides in the abundance
brought indoors
Summer
lazy clouds in a wide blue sky
the meadow is ripe
for resting in
Painted
Sunshine and time
watercolor the meadow.
Bronze Maiden
The meadow blooms
in honor of her eternal youth.
Bonfire
The burn pile
awaits the safety of snow
before the dance of flames.
Out of the Woods
Suddenly sunlight
and the meadow appears.
The dark treacherous trail
becomes a gentle winding path.
Ocean Grass
the meadow waves
lap at the birch shore line
Golden Thread and Meadow Ribbon
A sparkling of frost
gloriously gift wraps
the meadow.
Cold Creek
The creek moves fast cutting its way
through the meadow towards the river
trying to outrun the inevitable freeze.