pines bookend time
their reflections
a parallel universe’s tomorrow
Promise of Promise
leaves still illuminated
by last summer’s light
promising of her return
Cold Gold
moon dust and magic
feather the window
in fairies’ cold gold
Fluid
last of the green leaves
make a watery autumn departure
Watercolor
the ripple of birch
a wash of maple, ash and pine
soft autumn seen
Glide
in a silent world
where the self is heard
motion is effortless
Revealed
nature reflects
the whole
of everything
Bird Bath
the side yard
a sanctuary
for feathered friends
Sail Away
a shimmer of sunlight
the kiss of the breeze
and cares sail away
Mirror
the pond reflects
life’s web of connections
the artistry of now
With The Sky At My Feet
in the cool of the woods
at the edge of the clearing
quiet brings clarity of thought
Willow Pond
the lace of early spring
the elegance of willow green
twice seen
Queen Anne
in her final season
still she reigns supreme
Tree Tales
their shadows tell the stories
the trees themselves
cannot utter
Layers
the pond is a mirror
that magnifies beauty
Liquid Leaves
The pond and wind
conspired
to turn the leaves to liquid.
Monet’s Pond
Trees and water,
shadows and light,
shimmer and ripple,
paint today’s ephemeral masterpiece
Familiar Stranger
A goose glides around the pond
keeping company with its reflection.
Reflection
Winter’s still life
dances in the water.
River Run
Sunlight skates
atop the river
gliding on the cold
Union
Mist marries
the mountain
to the lake.
Overlooking
The water glitters and shouts as it rushes on
carrying memories of perfection from the freshness of youth.
Age tempers today’s perfection with the acceptance of impermanence
making the glitter more brilliant and the shouting more joyful.
So Blue the Sky
so still the brook.
Look deep into the water
and see heaven.
Picasso
A hint of a face made of knots.
Is it wonder or awe or angst that it shares?
Could it be a wooden reflection?
Illuminated White
Today came a cloud so white
it must have been reflecting
the heart of the moon.