at the edge of memory
red kayaks wait
on the ready
Hope Gathers
berries bright cheer us on
through winter’s night
until spring’s dawn
Practice
the bench alone
in cold contemplation
deliberation of spring
Sing Along
bright notes of red
the cheerful chorus
of winter’s song
Reliance
nuance is sly
relying upon
hard edges
Bloom
winter’s rose flowers
amidst the falling snow
amongst the frozen grass
Ascension
through the mist
a birch ascends
confident of heaven
Reminiscence
goldenrod in winter
summer’s memory keeper
Filigree of Trees
in the freezing fog
everything is seen
with crystal eyes
Outsiders
leaves wander
outside the fence
of their beloved mountain
Slumber
december glooming
dark light on the marsh
this is where shadows sleep
Gateway
fallen tree
becomes a torii arch
gate to the sacred woods
The Sky’s Timbre
autumn’s leaves are echoed
in an orange morning sky
Flying South
before
the formation
is found
Mystique
animating stillness
personifying patience
seer, seeker, soothsayer
Crisp
autumn light
chisels colors
out of the blue
Residence
fall resides
on the far side
of the fence
Fire In The Sky
clouds smolder
their red embers
igniting the water’s edge
Portent
putting the garden to bed
a startling glimpse of spring
the foreshadowing anemone
Here
swim the sky
fly the water
heaven is on earth
Autumn’s Paint
colors run
in the wild
wet woods
Sometimes
the grass is greener
right where you are
Field Song
grasses sing
a serenade
to shorter days
Old Fashioned
considered square
these old time rectangles
are far more picturesque
than newfangled marshmallows
Blaze
basking in
the autumn sun
colorful blaze of dahlia days
Suggestion
wild geranium
suggests to the trees
the new season of colors has begun
Below the Surface
in the still beneath
rain is a caress
water’s breath
Picking Garden
by arm fulls
gather up the yards
of scented colors
Emergence
wisdom lies
in the embrace
of not knowing
Pink Cloud Blue Moon
pink clouds wisped by
grace note of
a perfect day