reeds unbowed
by winter’s approach
resisting advance compliance
Quiet Courage
Marsh Concerto
plunk and peep of frogs
whispers in the reeds
songs sung by leaves
Tendrils
its the small touch
and little kindnesses
that bind us together
Needles, Leaves, Reeds
the wind weaves
a tapestry
of elements and time
The Fading
the meadow so recently
buzzing and bustling
now nearly a still life
Prayers At The Marsh
may the heron bless me with a sighting
may the mist rise and grant me clarity
may the water’s reflection give me a second chance to see
The Queen’s Heron
across the water
white feathers converse
with white flowers
At The Edge Of A New Day I Wonder
what spirits reside
in that rising mist
what will they teach today?
Instructions
keep close
keep together
keep between us
This Tree
still waving goodbye
to the trains
that no longer cross the trestle
In An Instant
a single ray of light
splits the darkness open
an entrance for possibilities
Zero And One
nature shows
how much exists
beyond the binary code
Darkness Receding
birds stirring
amongst the reeds
the marsh awakens
Self Conscious
left
is my best
side
The Reeds Swear Sovereignty
late summer
wears a crown of wood
nobility of trees
Seen And Seen
that spot of light
the glint in the eye
of the universe
All Wet
embrace water
from above and below
Early And Late
alternately
April blooms in
petals and snow
Marsh In The Rain
as water
receives water
Landscape Tapestry
time’s shuttle
weaving
branches, reeds, weeds
Marsh Alighted
the reeds
ignited
burning through daylight
Red Canoes Huddle In The Protection Of The Pines
as cold gathers
at the marsh’s edge
and starts to fill the sky
Eyewitness
taking in the scene
the season’s change
to brown from green
Autumn’s Calm
the landscape
soothed
by a gentle rain
At The Edge
listening
to the purple
echos
Strength In Stillness
in the stillness
the enormity of now
gathers
Nature’s Company
just the queen
and me
enough of everything
Soft Saunter Of Colors
late summer
climbed the hill
making way for autumn
Resting Dragonfly
life’s toll
taken
on tatter wings
Comings And Goings On The Marsh
room for all
the hurried arrival
the leisurely stroll
