I long
to take life’s curves
as gracefully as the winter brook
Flow
An Artist At Work
each underwater stroke
ripples the surface
new abstractions of reflections
Perspective
the shingles
fooled my eye
the window told it straight
In An Instant
a single ray of light
splits the darkness open
an entrance for possibilities
The Earth
dark and dense
like a good chocolate cake
first snow a powdered sugar dusting
Asylum
some of the color
that has left the woods
finds refuge on the island
Harmony
narrative of a perfect afternoon
written by the four parallels of
lines, light, water, rock
First Look
the eye
of the day
peers over the ridge line
Sunset In The River
I touch the water
and send ripples
into the pink sky
That Old Master
autumn light
painting memories
on the landscape
Rise
morning opens my eyes
my heart longs to embrace
the soul of this day
A Ruse Of Roots
an alligator’s
magnificent jaws
at the ready for capture
The Three Of Me
my reflection
myself, my shadow
like yesterday, today, tomorrow
Free Ride
there goes the sky
hitching a ride
on the surface of the river
Zero And One
nature shows
how much exists
beyond the binary code
The Timelessness of Koi
eternity knows
only
shadow and light
The Reflection’s Pen
a morning doodle
zig-zagging
cattails
Darkness Receding
birds stirring
amongst the reeds
the marsh awakens
Drawn By The Wind And The Light
beneath the waterfall
everything’s in motion
even logs and stones
Levels of Landscapes
here is where
the ants stop
and admire the view
In Parallel
all the edges softened
blending into one another
flying and floating both
Two Blues
the river
and the sky
clouds floating in each
There Is
no I
in nature
everything evolves from we
Afternoon
winter
receiving and reflecting
the glorious sun
Reverence
bowed to winter
seeing past reflection
into the future
Once And Again
the river delivers
a splash
of blue sky
All Of Autumn
taking place
in a puddle
on the ground
The Pieces Of Perfection Converged
this gorgeous afternoon
time itself
glittered
Sweet Perfection
make mine
two scoops
of chocolate dahlia
How Autumn Starts
branches
reintroduce themselves
one tiny flare of red