succulent roses
tenacious as barnacles
cling to the end of autumn
Wearing The Blush Of Cold
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
Emeralds and Diamond Ice
the forest grows
her own kind
of jewels
Painted By The Light And Seasons
the humble rock
becomes
a work of art
Espied
a glimmer
of spring
sunshine on moss
Evidence
bright green moss
under snow
yes hope springs eternal
Together
every disparate part
from the moss to the snow
is needed for the whole
The Umbrella’s Underneath
discarded
by a fairy
after the down pour
The Space Between
we remain
a part of each other
even in separation
Home
is a hole
perfectly round
made in the ground
Some Of Everything
the stillness
and the movement
the decomposing and the growing
An Icon In The Woods
big shouldered
a granite monument
to strength and endurance
Of Moss And Lichen
hints
of green
foreshadowing spring
This From That
from the fallen oak
grew
a moss mountain
Milkweed Meteorite
the flight
well worth
ablation and impact
Wander
down by the vernal pool
where the big mushrooms
grow
Adorned
bestowed
upon Buddha
a headdress of iris
In This Liminal Time
each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger
Ruffles
edged in pink
a little frill
on leaves
Between The Tulips And The Iris
tiny explosion
a potency
of blue
Crossing Boundaries
inspired by moss
a touch of green
kindles in last year’s grass