no truer companion
to a picket fence
than the orange day lily
Best Friends
Morning At The Farm
first light caresses
the corn, flowers and barn
blessings of the new day
Fallen Maple
we will remember
her sweetness
when she warms us
this winter
Autumn Gold
affluence
of leaves
prosperity of color
Beacon Home
burning bright
in summer days
flowering lamppost
Sweet
the warm west wind
these chilling nights
and sugar runs
Crisp
autumn light
chisels colors
out of the blue
Residence
fall resides
on the far side
of the fence
Autumn’s Paint
colors run
in the wild
wet woods
Glory
each moment
an exaltation
saturated in joy
Willow Gold
a cupola wears
the willow’s crown
of golden glory
The Path
peacefulness travels
the snow covered bridge
welcome it home
Request
berries frame the empty nest
that rests until spring’s request
Mountain Dreams
clouds
are what
mountains dream
Cool Spring Morn
mist rises from the fertile field
the heart of the river valley beats
Church Bell
even when the clapper is silent
the call to community is heard
Claim
Fall forges the river
and stakes her claim with color