February Narcissus

winter gazed
upon her own reflection
in the river


water never tires
of the temperature’s
perpetual requirement of readjustment

The Day Rose Softly

the sound
of a solitary bird
walking the riverside rocks

Goddess’ Gift


ruby red traces
of Aphrodite’s shower of kisses
the world awakens to love


The fields form a patchwork quilt,
a growing green cover that reaches from the river bank to the mountains.
Tied together with labor and nurture for the purpose of sustenance.