Good Manners

with the merest dip
of a curtsey
clematis greets the day

Summer Took Me By The Hand

and stretched before me
verdant, tender, true
as the great green meadow

Long Winter Days

when seemingly
nothing is happening
spring’s new world is gestating

Morning Paradox

dawn’s delicacy
belies
the bitter cold

Not Moved

in the tumult
mountains remind  me
the endurance of truth

Shade Upon Shade Of Blue

with my eyes
I wade into the sky
to cleanse and refresh my spirit

Pink Dawn

the magic
of dreams
still within reach

The Horizon Held Our Sighs

we climbed
to see anew
our peaceful valley