at the river bank
we are given
fresh perspective
The Mirrored World
The Light We’ve Been Waiting For
nudging
the sleeping woods
awake
Summoning
colors gathering strength
invisible beneath
the browns of ground, bank and branch
Mallard In Shadows
a solitary swim
while dreaming of
this season’s monogamy
Below The Beaver Dam
even the stillness
stops
to catch up to itself
Shared Knowledge
the stream and sky
converse about
the fluid endurance of existence
The River And The Wildflower
movement kept
within
the stillness
End Of The Rainbow
colors gathered
on the ripples
in the light
Clouds Like The Day’s Breath
in November’s dark
the light is brighter
and the blues colder
Sunrise
beam of light
reaching for heaven
reaching for us
Waking
dawn opened
her sleepy eye
and lo the day began
There Is Safety
as an island
has a lighthouse
the earth has the moon
Faith In Mystery
there was
a needed reassurance
in the river’s soft corner
Autumn Comes
leaves and water
trembling with the speed
of autumn’s changing colors
The Bridge
hear the sound of dog steps
joyfully crossing
back and forth
Dreaming Goldenrod
sunshine to be picked
and put in a vase
sunshine a brush
painting the water
Linger Like The Light
in the ever moving stream
there are pools of calm
to be found
Watching Light Dance On The Water
deep in the quiet woods
by the unhurried water
my soul rejuvenates
Liberty
wild phlox
along the river bank
roaming wherever it chooses
The Source
impossible to know
illumination
or glow
Summer Flew In
June morning
the world opened wide
all possibilities expanded
Opening
each leaf bud
a catchall for light
incubating life
Dreaming Green
the leaves and moss
the water and silt
an endless becoming
The Energy Of Spring Seen
colors gather and intensify
until they burst
into bud, blossom and leaf
Letting Go
the river knows
no need to cling
and offers welcome
to each new way of being
Making Sense
amidst inversion and reflection
trees and leaves
still perceived
Time Is A Painter
between the blues
of sky and water
autumn commences coloring
The Spirit Moves
between shimmer and shine
the transcendental curve
of the heron
Watching The Whispering
I saw
the soft sound
of marsh grass
Fishing
watching the heron
a lesson
in patience