Bulbs


Oh daffodil!
Perennial forbearer of Spring,
keeper of faith.

Fuzzy Rock


Baby squirrel
hides behind his tail
braving predators for sunshine.

Logged


Along a dusty road
the trees leave the mountain.

Holding On


The hand of Winter holds tight to the roof
its icicle fingers curled under the eve.

Haute Couture


This birch wears it’s bark like a Dior dress,
sublime are it’s structure and details.

Visitors


Morning light reveals
hooves crossing the bridge from the forest into the yard
during the quiet of the night.

Reading Signs


Pampas grass flags
document the speed and direction of the  wind.

Nest


Winter laid an egg of snow
for March to roost upon
we’ll count the days until the hatch
of finely feathered spring.

Hydrangea


As you hover on the edge of Spring,
your youthful summer color is long departed
and in its stead stands the eloquence of aging with grace.

Sunbeam


Illumination comes from above
lighting that which lies within.

Delicate


Queen Anne’s tiny petals are a memory
but her fragile beauty remains
lingering in the empty space.


Tree Bones


Weathered by the seasons
bleached by the sun
the bones of the tree remain.

Black Bird


Singing in the tree tops
perched higher than your high note
morning is your muse.

Leafless


Black branches against brilliant blue
whispers of clouds wandering by
winter’s silhouette.

Wayward Donkeys


At the farm of procreation
the girls gather at the fence
their sweet eyes disarming undeserved judgements.

Green Being


The soul of the violet is green
and houses all gradation of color
for it is more interested in particulars than generalities.

Iris


Brown crown in the snow
marker of where the iris grows.

Beauty of Decay


Delicate lines, individual patterns, unique characteristics
these are the traits of spalting,
the mysterious work and beauty of decay.

Neighborly Kindness


In the dark northern countryside
holiday lights remain for much of winter
cheering us on as we drive past.

Coneflower Repose


As you lie in the snow
the stark beauty of your form and structure
announce themselves to the white, white world.

Cartography


Like lines on a face
bark is the map of a tree’s experience
a testament to the demands of living.