stone, water, branch
fallen and frozen, rushing and static
married this winter day
Everlasting Ever Changing Unions
Rush
before winter’s cold
stalls the journey
a mad dash to the ocean
The Trickle, The Flow, The Rush
water knows
a thousand ways
to reach her destination
The Leaving Season
late autumn
time rushes by
like leaves on the wind
Breaking Free
verdant with spring
the brook rushes
toward sunlight
Freezing Falls
water
still rushing
as the surface solidifies
New Day
color and light
rushing in
pushing out the darkness
Homeward Bound
water’s purpose
to be ever
rushing home
On The Terrace By The Connecticut
river rushes by
flowers take
their time
Rush
months of stillness
liberated by
the freeing sun
Merger
in the current of cattails
ripples of blossoms
as meadow melds with water
Fluid
in the rush of change
the only way to become oriented
is to surrender to transformation
Wind
fast moving sky
the world rushes by
a leaf holds tight to home
En Masse
a pink cascade
rushes over
rocks
Rush
late to meet the river
eager for the ocean’s embrace
snow melt hurries
Water’s Way
Cold that is no longer snow
makes a mad dash down the brook
rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer.