from leaves
to ripples
color echos
Call And Respond
Claimed
stumped by wetlands
once tall trees
now neck to neck with water lily
Dog Days
lazy boats
only the clouds
are sailing today
Rock Koi Swim
beneath the surface
orange rocks swim like koi
undulating with the current and the wind
Grumpy
harumph hunched the heron
they never make a box
big enough for me
Listening To Time
time resides in the sound
of the river current’s
constant caress of the old tree stump
Near The Beaver Dam
beside the water’s current
a stillness settles on
that savors the day’s tranquility
The Marsh Awakens
wind ripples the open water
geese and ducks float by
a heron contemplates a stay
Pillows Of Thought
winter dreams
mounded on rocks
dissipating into day
Moving Towards Spring
a single drop
circles echo
in sunlight
The Three Of Me
my reflection
myself, my shadow
like yesterday, today, tomorrow
Lace On The Water
when light
is thread
flowers are doilies
In Parallel
all the edges softened
blending into one another
flying and floating both
Sunshine Splash
water and sunlight
cascading
through the woods
How Autumn Starts
branches
reintroduce themselves
one tiny flare of red
The River The Sunlight And Wind
painted an abstract
capturing
the whole of life
Self Conscious
left
is my best
side
The Reeds Swear Sovereignty
late summer
wears a crown of wood
nobility of trees
Perspicacity
beneath waterlily clouds
the heron contemplates
elusive perceptions
Water’s Geometry
a point drops
and races into a line
to become a circle
At Once Twice Seen
water lily’s
doppelgänger
pierces the pond
Some Of Everything
the stillness
and the movement
the decomposing and the growing
Atop The Rock
alone
while together
with everything
Aparctias
the north wind
singing in the grass
calling winter home
First One Bloom Then…
like ripples on a pond
the blooms go on and on
At The Edge
listening
to the purple
echos
Ephemeral Pool
ephemeral pool
mysterious light
microbial magic
River Crossing
ripples reveal
the zig zag ways
of paddling paws
Effortlessly
gliding through
the light and shadow
of life on life’s terms
Ripples
each line
a marker
of time