We Are Like

in a puddle
essentially, eventually one

Diamond Drops

the only tool needed
for mining beauty
was observation

Circle Of Life

woven together
departure and arrival

Until We Meet Again

grasses weep
a tear or two
bidding summer ado


a potent joy
in the brightness
of crabapples

Morning’s Glory

brilliant blue
this season’s colors

February’s January Thaw

the melt
holds onto
raindrops’ drop



Becoming One Another

the icing pond
receiving rain
so many ways to be


winter gathers
at the pond’s edge
hiding cold amongst the reeds

The Garden’s Sleeve

early spring
the garden wears
her heart on her sleeve

March Madness

when spring seems
inevitable and impossible
all at once