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

Gentle Mountains

rounded shoulders
of time
guide the river

Quickly The Mood Of Each Moment Shifts

light and shadow
chase each other
across the landscape

View Of The Gate That Does Not Open


look past and beyond
the overgrown and closed
and see all that is

Ricochet Of Loveliness

phlox white clouds
the sky echos
the garden’s bloom

Cows In The Pasture

however far away
place holders
for a summer’s day