stumped by wetlands
once tall trees
now neck to neck with water lily
Claimed
Rock Koi Swim
beneath the surface
orange rocks swim like koi
undulating with the current and the wind
The Queen’s Heron
across the water
white feathers converse
with white flowers
Grumpy
harumph hunched the heron
they never make a box
big enough for me
Let A Flower Be Your Mirror
peering into Johnny’s face
admiring his tiny yellow freckles of pollen
I can almost see my own beauty
At The Edge Of A New Day I Wonder
what spirits reside
in that rising mist
what will they teach today?
Near The Beaver Dam
beside the water’s current
a stillness settles on
that savors the day’s tranquility
Time Reflected
a faint reflection
the memory of our summers
drifting in the red canoes
Snow And Sunshine
a warm breeze
spring brushes against my cheek
still snow beneath our feet
Pillows Of Thought
winter dreams
mounded on rocks
dissipating into day
Flow
I long
to take life’s curves
as gracefully as the winter brook
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