whipped
by the wind
a cream topping
Clouds Churned
Oh April
with her sky
of many blues and
another coating of snow
The Day Arranges Itself
the dawn rises
as fog settles
and trees take it all in
Merry Little Breezes
dancing
across the blue sky
playing tag on mountain tops
Through The Pines
light streams
across the lake
over the faint mountain vista
Mud Season
the earth
so sodden and receptive
even wind leaves footprints
Making Do
the trees
are wearing clouds
in lieu of leaves
Monochrome
on certain days
not even the light
offers light
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
Needing
the tenderness
of this morning’s
soft pink sky
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
Touched
during the golden hour
divinity
caresses the landscape
Blazing New Day
cold heat
a red dawn
new day’s passion play
The Horizon Held Our Sighs
we climbed
to see anew
our peaceful valley
Night Tide
waves of clouds
crashed
on the shore of time
Gentle Mountains
rounded shoulders
of time
guide the river
Gorgeous Conclusion
the flourish
of the finishing
day
Quickly The Mood Of Each Moment Shifts
light and shadow
chase each other
across the landscape
Away
in the woods
in the quiet and calm
carry on, carry on
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
Statuesque
in stone
and petaled forms
a nobility of beauty
Big Sky
the day
was wide
with possibility
She Is Known By A Thousand Names
the infinity
of green
endless variations
The Fields Green
verdantly
spring takes hold
birch raise their chartreuse flag
Spring’s Approach
breathless
she flies in
on the west wind