in every grey day
light is always at work
moving towards a breakthough
All Is Right
let the day
find you
as you are
Vision
amidst glimmer and glint
long legged glamour
gorgeousness afoot
Near Enough
a great blue
dwarfed by ancients
returning to sacred ground
Communion
gentle look
from a wild friend
all otherness expunged
Both
living tableau
the vernal pond’s
abstraction and fact
Reach
winter’s long shadow
reaches for
the shore of spring
Decided
during their stroll
around the melt pond
the final word is hers
it is still too early for nesting
Solstice
a pause
before the sun’s reversal
and our heading into light
Where Moments Meet
beside the birch
I watched the pond
illuminate the mysteries of time
Portrait of the Pond
patiently she sits
subtly shifting moods
captured but never contained
Vibrations
attune attention
to the frequency
of nature’s beauty
Underworld
bottoms up
five dive
down
Mossy Logs and Pollywogs
the verdant pond
green soup of life
Disambiguation
frozen pond
winter travels on
long shadows
Winter Bedding
the ground has lost it’s blanket
but the pond’s white sheet of ice
is still pulled tight
Fallen
autumn’s accord
birch branch wears
the shadows of reeds
The Wind Is Monet’s Brush
the changing light
the passage of the season
painted on the canvas of the pond
Sunlit
a grace note
of autumn light
plays upon the lily pond
Revealed
nature reflects
the whole
of everything
Before the Journey
on still water
geese convene
at the heron nest
August Pond
autumn whispers
on the wind
casting seeds
amidst the greens
Tied
tied to the sky
with a spider’s thread
blackberry iris blooms
Breath
a frog jumps
the pond breathes
in ripples
Mirror
the pond reflects
life’s web of connections
the artistry of now
Spring Storm
weather races in
erasing the distance
with mist
Red Wing
sing your song
to everything
and no one
With The Sky At My Feet
in the cool of the woods
at the edge of the clearing
quiet brings clarity of thought
The Mallards
morning constitutional
around the still pond
beneath the leafing trees
Willow Pond
the lace of early spring
the elegance of willow green
twice seen