the green, green grass
and the dear blue sky
providing inspiration for the trees
Before The Leafing Out
Like A Touch Of Whimsey
lovely lichen
delicately decorating
the understory
Horse And Garden
tools rest in the shed
by raised unmade beds
waiting for warmth to be trustworthy
A Dream
to be essential to creation
and venture in a daffodil
like a pollen coated bee
We’ve Arrived
the day
blue and sparkling
banishing winter
Begin Again
the field by example
inspires the trees
to return to green
Coltsfoot
yellow
goes galloping
across still cold ground
In The Still Dark Woods
that must be spring
off to the left
just out of view
Alluring
what marvelous lashes
on the pansy’s bright eye
Thank You Red Twig Dogwood
any and all color
in early spring
a cherished gift
Freeze Frame
early morning frost
suspends magnolia’s bloom
what beautiful bravery
Fallen Giant
headstone of
roots and earth
an eloquent epitaph
The Mirrored World
at the river bank
we are given
fresh perspective
Medicine Tree
this totem birch
carved by time and decay
entwining healing and decline
Diminutive Details
the major lift
of minor bulbs
eliciting exclaims when seen
Granite Steps
after miles of incline
on the Appalachian Trail
a reprieve of granite stairs
Hello Hellebore
your smiling countenance
making the most
of cloud filtered sun
The Light We’ve Been Waiting For
nudging
the sleeping woods
awake
Rush
the wait is over
the water freed
spring unleashed
Penmanship
in cursive and in print
rain writes her story
on ice and snow
Summoning
colors gathering strength
invisible beneath
the browns of ground, bank and branch
Early Spring Abstracted
blue skies
and leaves
finding new forms
Remain
when deep in dark shadows
I’ve learned to wait like a tree
for the sun’s inevitable light
The Emerald Forest
the green carpet
spring makes her
entrance on
Mallard In Shadows
a solitary swim
while dreaming of
this season’s monogamy
Meeting Spot
inside the fire ring stones
the echos
of other travelers
Crocus
petal bowls
containing the gold
of sunshine
Reminder
April is fickle
spring is near
but not yet here
Winter Reconstituted
at night
ice made anew
from yesterday’s melt
Chipmunk In Morning Sun
basking in
the divine caress
of spring warmth