at the river bank
we are given
fresh perspective
The Mirrored World
Slow Falling
we were inside
the snow globe
looking out
Shaken
trees appear tiny
the world a snow globe shaken
then set gently down
White Out
suddenly the world obscured
and here becomes
such a close and tiny place
Winding Path
the finest way to travel
is meandering
making the path as you go
The Long Wait
in the emptiness
of April
gifts of possibility
Perspective
the shingles
fooled my eye
the window told it straight
Levels of Landscapes
here is where
the ants stop
and admire the view
As It Ends It Continues
autumn teaches
how much there is
in endings
For Insects
once each year
some trees
bloom blue
Should The Feeder Be Empty
beneath it
there is
plenty
Watercolored Woods
thinned by the rain
what remains
intensified by space
View Of The Gate That Does Not Open
look past and beyond
the overgrown and closed
and see all that is
Storm Window
mountains of snow
gather on each pane
showing us this storm’s terrain
Climb A Tree
cross the lake
scale the mountain
touch the sky
Found And Found Again
the truth
of beauty
is always rearranging
First One Bloom Then…
like ripples on a pond
the blooms go on and on
Inward Outlook
deep
in the weeds
perspective is elusive
Time Out
solitary chair
a private perch
for perspective making
Begonia Umbrella
beneath
the begonia leaf
parasol perfection
Perceptions
reflective mood
each perspective
a new understanding
World View
each tiny globe
contained a new perspective
of the world unabridged
Admiration
slowly goes the snail
admiring everything
knowing flowers will wait
to be seen
Scale
a mountain of moss
grew its own forest
altering the dimensions of the world
Entrance
not broken by the places
the world has worn through
new entrances for grace
Discovery
from the river’s surface
the tree looked up at me
delivering heaven at my feet
Sunflowers
beaming in the hot sun
best beheld from the cool
depths of woodland shade
Watercolor
the ripple of birch
a wash of maple, ash and pine
soft autumn seen
Perspective
flowering planet
blooming purple orb
the ant’s north star
Anew, Again
the new season
asks me to see
everything anew again