the habit of the river
to turn again and again
from stillness to movement
The Durability Of Change
Settling On, Settling In
the river still runs
but the cold has dug
its fingers in the ground
Rock Hopping
chasing warmth
autumn light traverses
the rocky river bed
One Step, Then Another
the last step taken
on this journey
is the first step of the next
Above Below
the sky and the river
together holding
onto the clouds
Small White Goat
having cleared the field
of thistle and thorn
a full belly-ed rest
Grasshopper’s Side-eye
hey lady
yeah you in the straw hat
who you lookin’ at?
Heather’s Pink Sunrise
braving night’s darknesses
arriving in the solace
of the pastel light
River Bank Bloom
colors flowing
alongside
the river’s current
Dreams At The River’s Edge
spring came
supple and green
winter threats were banished
Lyrics
every leaf and twig
inscribed by light
writing the river bank’s ballad
Still Connected
defining opposition
in relation
to each other
Arrived
this winter’s
first big storm
some of everything
The River High
big rain
trees up to their knees in water
the river hungry for land
Green Peace
green needles and ripples
sharing sunlight
in harmony
The Art On Nature’s Walls
an island of forest flotsam
accumulating mass with cold
the tree its picture frame
Considering The Opposite Shore
the reflection an inversion
or perhaps
the clearer reality
Lifting The Curtain
a teasing start to the day
with the fog and the sun’s
slow reveal of the horizon
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