heron on the wing
an echo of the morning mist
rising and disappearing
Dispersing
As The Sun Rose
dreams lingered
like dew drops
on leaf tips
Witnesses
flowers keep watch
over the landscape’s rise
from its misty morning blanket
Summer Morning
an invitation
to linger in
a long lazy day
Morning Rounds
senses cocked
in stillness
until the pounce
Morning Stars
night blessed the day
leaving stars
upon the window
To Be Counted On
morning is a certainty
the colors of her sky
an eternal mystery
A Satisfaction
a contented lowing
released into the mist rise
of the morning
Morning Sun
orb of light
fairy godmother of
mysteries and miracles
A Wealth Of Tassels
the field top
glinting
with gold
The Veil Lingers
in the softness
of a summer morning
the landscape still dreaming
Tree Of Sweets
like cotton candy
sugar spun
from the morning sun
Rising
unveiled
the blue green
river valley morning
The Overlook
mornings are meant
for wandering
and wondering
A Sly Shyness
the morning’s exploration
a concentration
of stealth
Lingering
morning moon
a white balloon
full of dreams
A Good Morning
sunshine and new blooms
the kind of day
that heals hearts
Good Counsel
morning found me fragile
the crocus advised
of its potential
Good Morning In The North Woods
in the misty woods
sleepy eyed and fluffy coated
rising from the deer bed
Seamlessness
around the edges of the morning
the fog reminiscences
with last night
Lifting The Curtain
a teasing start to the day
with the fog and the sun’s
slow reveal of the horizon
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
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
Monkshood
at the meadow monastery
frugal simplicity reveals
extravagant complexities
Morning Dew
I can almost see time
accumulating
in the blades of grass
Fairy Napkins
found in the morning lawn
the fairy napkins left behind
evidence of their starlight soiree
Morning Seats
we watch the day rise
and let the shadows lengthen
time is abundant among us
We Share The Morning
the sun just up
bird song breaks the night’s silence
a shared glance as we each go about our ways
Openings
between the heron and the house
morning wanders across the meadow
charming the new day