on the quiet side of the house
the only voices
are the meadow birds
Across The River
Morning Light
finds its way
over the rock wall
into the shade garden
Quiet
snow falling
and trees breathing
the only sounds
Popping Out
out of the burrow
into the sun
stirrings of spring have begun
This Is The Wall
that doesn’t separate us
but rather
it’s presence connects us
On Everything
the wind
she leaves
her cold fingerprints
Never Stopping
the sky
crosses the boundary
of forever
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White Birch
angels in the fog
touching down
to commune with the trees
Apple Tree Offering
her limb
heavy with ripeness
presenting gifts
Cathy’s Chrysanthemums
her spirit visits
each year bringing us
flowers to remember her with
Quickly The Mood Of Each Moment Shifts
light and shadow
chase each other
across the landscape
View Of The Gate That Does Not Open
look past and beyond
the overgrown and closed
and see all that is
Dogs In Conversation
That’s not six feet.
It feels like six feet.
Well it’s not. It’s three at most.
Watching Curves
the bridge
the rock wall
the landscape itself
Letting The Light In
through vulnerabilities
we meet each other
and find ourselves
They Stand In Solidarity
the tree trunk curtseys
to the power and durability
of rock and stone
The Old Dame’s Rock Wall
huddled together
against the cold
warm in company
Illumination
lantern by
the flowering tree
beauty is the light
Apparel
rock wall in
a yellow rain slicker
dressed by April rain
Thorns
defensive
of even
the memory of beauty
Tight Knit Community
all together
weathering the weather
shoulder to shoulder
The Winter Garden
neither
cold nor dormancy
stills the enchantment
In The White Quietude
like fresh snow
tranquility settled
over everything
On The Terrace By The Connecticut
river rushes by
flowers take
their time
Visit
sit awhile
and listen to
the flowers conversation
Sea Of Green
green waves
crest in the sunlight
crash on the rock wall
Love Bite
entwined
in a violent affair
snakes mate
Rendezvous
perfect beginnings
the early morning
with my sweethearts
Hours of the Flower
blood root’s dawn
answers to the sun’s call
blood root’s noon
Silent Assembly
mysteries gather
in the misty woods
awaiting sunlight’s unveiling