I dream
of golden clouds
and painted fields.
Possibilities
The still green meadow
holds out the possibility
of an Indian Summer.
Quilted Sky
Tucked under a blanket of clouds
the river valley rests.
Nap Time
Late afternoon
the youngest ones
slumber on soft grass
Change
Corn tassels have browned
mist ushers in the morning
plants and weather are our time keepers.
Mysteriousness
What wonders are encased
in the spiny pod with the crown of thorns?
Lavender Wave
Like a receding tide
the ocean of wildflower color
begins its subtle retreat in August.
Abundance
Nature knows no limits in the beauty she bestows.
Be a steward of splendor cherish don’t trample.
Sunshine Girls
Heads held high
they search the meadow for true love.
William Sweet William where can you be?
Destination
Deep in the dark woods
suddenly the sunny meadow
appears before you.
Meadow
The colors of summer
call out from the meadow
come play with us today.
The Artist
Indian Paintbrush colors the meadow
with embers of sunset.
Knowing
This is the deer who knows my soul
and seeks me out to remind me
of the gentleness of wildlife.
Lupin
A meeting of friends in the meadow.
Quaker Bonnets gather
offering their quiet beauty to the whole of the land.
Field of Dreams
Dreams take shape slowly
emerging from soft surroundings
an impression forms, staking claim on hope.
Field of Astor
Lavender and yellow delights
gather in the meadow
Woodstock for wildflowers.
Wanderer
At the edge of the apple grove the spring comes above ground
and wanders across the meadow laughing in delight at the change of season.
Brown Eyed Susan
marches across the meadow
through the shortening days.
Goldenrod
Goldenrod is a nobleman
loyal guardian of Her Majesty’s meadow.