mist lifts
as morning warms
an early autumn caress
The Day Reached Out To Hold My Hand
Dispersing
heron on the wing
an echo of the morning mist
rising and disappearing
A Satisfaction
a contented lowing
released into the mist rise
of the morning
Weathered Boards
old barn
heart chamber
of the farm
Mist Rise On The Meadow
the curtain rises
on the play
of another summer day
A Wealth Of Tassels
the field top
glinting
with gold
Rising
unveiled
the blue green
river valley morning
Silent Greeting
each tree
a kind acquaintance
the woods my gracious neighbor
A Proclamation
they stepped
out of the mist
declaring their togetherness
Skedaddle
back to the deep woods
as the sun rises
bug hunter hunted
Dawning
traveling with the morning light
the mountain revealed through the trees
then the pond shrugs off her shawl of pink mist
so tenderly begins this day
Orchestra Of Colors
lily’s song of joy
resounding in the misty morn
pink overture to a summer’s day
Begin
the fence
is neither
start nor finish
Prayers At The Marsh
may the heron bless me with a sighting
may the mist rise and grant me clarity
may the water’s reflection give me a second chance to see
Color And Light
between the clouds and mist
blue and light sneak in
feeding souls and seeds
Morning Seats
we watch the day rise
and let the shadows lengthen
time is abundant among us
We Grow, Grow, Grow
contrary to their neat rows
the seedlings desire
of life is feral
At The Edge Of A New Day I Wonder
what spirits reside
in that rising mist
what will they teach today?
River Morning
this day’s mysteries
gather in the mist
until divulged by the sun
Jane’s House
elegant in white
morning mist and magnolias
shroud your sanctuary
Just Two
all that is needed
that other one
to inhabit the world with
First Look
the eye
of the day
peers over the ridge line
Rise
morning opens my eyes
my heart longs to embrace
the soul of this day
Mist Rise
each valley releases
last night’s cold
into the new day
With Dawn
morning
crosses the meadow
on misty mysterious feet
Quiet Restoration
just like the mist
morning rises
on the fallow field
Enigmatic Mist
mysteries
of the season change
secrets of transformation
No Longer Even A Memory
like the night’s dreams
morning mist disperses
until dissolved
Spring’s Many Faces
last year’s corn
a stubble on the field’s
greening face
Breath
snow
departing as vapor
old man winter’s last sigh