back to the deep woods
as the sun rises
bug hunter hunted
To Make Friends
life presents us two companions
joy and sorrow
our task is to hold their hands simultaneously
Commencement
some say white
is not a color
but a beginning
Ruffled And Still
old cattails clearly wind ruffled
but the red-wing’s every feather
remains perfectly in place
An Artist At Work
each underwater stroke
ripples the surface
new abstractions of reflections
The Overseer
watching
the weather at work
changing the season
Daffodil In Profile
a floral vanity
the consciousness
of one’s best side
Self Conscious
left
is my best
side