paradise made
with three flowers
and the sun’s shine
Right Sized In The Woods
Buddha sat
his moss cushion
made of granite
Leprechaun’s Ladder
how else
to reach the top
of the rainbow?
Triptych Of Textures
distillations combine
winter’s tapestry
grown on stone
December Roses
rosied by cold
snuggled into rocks
a carpet of bloom
The Happenstance Of Circumstance
this side so lush and green
autumn on the opposite shore
place dictates everything
Stillness Inside The Current
rock beneath the waterfall
witness to every nuance in the weather
barometer of time
Building Blocks
one lone piece
of our river valley
mountains and palisades
Roots, Rock, Fungi
endurance
is a game
of adaptation
Tree-Side Village
the wee-est of the wee forest creatures
lived in a village on a tree
safe and snug and happy as can be
Promise
on the broken branch
in the ice
verdant thriving
The Patience Of A Metal Frog
snow may come again
still the garden will emerge
soak up the sun when you can
Moss And Snow
seeming strange bedfellows
yet nestled sweetly together
companions during winter’s long sleep
Made On The Maple
each texture
a distinct form of life
together creating a new universe
Finding Flowers
dried by time
soaked by winter
and still blooming
A Tenacity Of Delicacy
thrown to the ground
by a punishing wind
intricacies undaunted
Ice Monster
it gave
a silent roar
rattling primal bones
Rush
before winter’s cold
stalls the journey
a mad dash to the ocean
Another Galaxy
in a granite sky
amidst the clouds of moss
twinkle lichen stars
Wearing The Blush Of Cold
succulent roses
tenacious as barnacles
cling to the end of autumn
The Garden Before Bed
still in service
the watering can
and birdbath-dog-bowl
Buddha In The Woods
I visit
to share
the silence
Sporting A New Coat For Spring
a verdant velvet of moss
green sleeves
for tree limbs
Be Here
like the trees
stand proudy
in the place where you live
Levels of Landscapes
here is where
the ants stop
and admire the view
The Trickle, The Flow, The Rush
water knows
a thousand ways
to reach her destination
There Is
no I
in nature
everything evolves from we
Granite Clover
a mossy monument
to the ‘luck’
of a determined tree
Transmogrification
the fallen tree
sprouted tiny wings
feathers made of fungi
Water Wanders Through The Seasons
recent snow
on old ice pack
the brook fast with melt