your appearance
in the tenderly colored sky
a blessing for the day
My Morning Moon
Across The Lake
the deciduous grove
in winter reveals
an intimate topography
The Long Fence
white posts and rails
stretch farther than memory
fastening the farm in place
Sparkle
morning light
on last night’s
weightless accumulation
Waiting
long line of cattails
standing patiently in the cue
for spring
This Morning Didn’t Rise
some winter days
never seem to wake
they dream through to the next night
This Tree
still waving goodbye
to the trains
that no longer cross the trestle
The Day’s Philanthropy
a generous sunset
giving the colors
of a rainbow
The Earth
dark and dense
like a good chocolate cake
first snow a powdered sugar dusting
A Hello
a wink
from the universe
this sliver of a moon
The Sunset Shines Up
a pink spotlight
from the palisades
shines into the divine
First Look
the eye
of the day
peers over the ridge line
Cradled In The Valleys
fog snuggles
in the mountain
sleeping like a baby
Blue Sunset
a slice of light
between
dark and night
You Are Here
the big birch
our reference point
from which to wander
Longer Days
the light
fades away
ever more slowly
Dandelion Ice
old man winter puffs
and ice flies
like dandelion fluff
A Double Geography
the storm drew
a mountain range
on the palisades
The Garden Fence
in the white and gray landscape
we fasten our green hopes
to the rails
The Blossom
morning sky
blooms
in pink and blue
A Cairn’s Mountain View
the memories
of memorials
holding human history
In Autumn Light
we begin to see
the definitions
made by absence
Into Forever
green summer
at our feet
the lazy day expands
Field, Mountain, Sky
to share
this morning
true belonging
Conversation Between Seasons
a stand of white birch
call back
to the snow capped mountain
Trees Thinking About Leaves
encouraged
by the evergreens
tiny buds plump themselves
Distant Neighbors
on the other side
still we need
each other
In The Time Of Gloaming
beneath the hues
of yellow, pink, lavender, blue
a tree dreams of green
Sun Rise
we are lifted
into
the new day
This From That
from the fallen oak
grew
a moss mountain