a teasing start to the day
with the fog and the sun’s
slow reveal of the horizon
Lifting The Curtain
In The Quietude
here at this river bend
the past is behind me, the future in front
and I am centered in the current of now
Summer Afternoon
these clouds carry
shade not water
and still we are thankful
Building Blocks
one lone piece
of our river valley
mountains and palisades
An Insects Fair
cotton candy bee balm
one of many of
the outside’s delights
Listening To Time
time resides in the sound
of the river current’s
constant caress of the old tree stump
A Lazy Graze
cows know
how to do summer
slow and sweet
Spring Morning
a gentle lavender call
to greet day
stirs the river
River Morning
this day’s mysteries
gather in the mist
until divulged by the sun
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
White River Blue Sky
the sun on snow
we bask like turtles
where we can
This Morning Didn’t Rise
some winter days
never seem to wake
they dream through to the next night
A River Seal Revealed
sniffing the air
perched on the birch stump
surprise visit from a fin-footed friend
Reaching For Each Other
stepping stones
growing into the whole
of a frozen crossing
Rush
before winter’s cold
stalls the journey
a mad dash to the ocean
The River Bend’s Instruction
when turning corners
take your time
to wander is the way
The Earth
dark and dense
like a good chocolate cake
first snow a powdered sugar dusting
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
Free Ride
there goes the sky
hitching a ride
on the surface of the river
Another Scorcher
wading in
deep shade
on a hot summer day
Solace At The Green Beach
the river’s ways are
more subtle than the ocean
but as potent a soul salve
Levels of Landscapes
here is where
the ants stop
and admire the view
Slowly On Her Way To Us
it seems it is
the river bend that
brings us spring
Two Blues
the river
and the sky
clouds floating in each
Conversations Across Time
fall’s iris pods
call across the river
to the tree’s spring buds
Approaching The Precipice Of Spring
the barns and fields
still sleep
the river is the early riser
Invisible Threads
the glittering
of sunlight
snagged on the river