heron on the wing
an echo of the morning mist
rising and disappearing
Dispersing
The Mesosphere Nearby
inside the mallow’s bloom
a kind of shooting star
beauty streaking past
Candle In The Wind
wick of grass
houses
the sun
Stop
wait and watch
as the sun reveals
today’s gifts
Creation
round and round
the weaving
and repairs
Deep In The Daylilies
one shiny black eye
unmasked
his stone disguise
Why The Meadow Blooms
for the bees
and the earth
and her own pleasure
It Was The Quietest Of Songs
listen for
the music of
the mushroom accordion
The Day Starts With Conversation
crows
in the field
morning corn klatch
Heat
these coneflowers
an inferno
of color
Secret Passage
only we know
the feet that tread these stairs
in twos and fours
Like Life
the tide withdrew
and left behind
hard and soft combined
Falling Into Blue
the sky, the ocean
and the shade too
all falling into blue
Seaside Community
on the rocks
a barnacle enclave of tiny homes
by neighboring mollusks residing in shells
The Lap Of Eternity
resting on shore
each wave
a breath
Pollen Painted
in the high heat
August fields fill with
goldenrod and dry grass
The Garden’s Guardian
presiding over
this convent of flowers
dedicated protector of insects and blooms
Blue Diamonds
glinting
with sunshine
and raindrops
Thistle’s Gaze
in a blink
thistle eyes look
through lavender lashes
Water And Granite
steadfast in opposite ways
the durability of granite
married to the fluidity of water
Marsh Concerto
plunk and peep of frogs
whispers in the reeds
songs sung by leaves
A Beauty And Her Beauty
a jewel
in her crown
butterfly alights on coneflower
Markers
side by side
the pyramid and cairn
left to hold a place in time
Face Of The Fallen Log
surprise
at the softness
of the pine needle landing
Winged Reverence
the cardinal bows
his head in prayer
blessing the bowl
and the water it holds
One Drew Me In
finely feather flower
your enchanting charisma
blurs the other blooms
The Rooted Path
tree roots lattice the path
gentle stairs we ascend
in our journey towards the light
Watching Light Dance On The Water
deep in the quiet woods
by the unhurried water
my soul rejuvenates
Contemplating The Leaf
repetitions
of line
how intricacies expand
The Brightening
fuchsia lanterns
preparing to cast
their petal light