seedheads star
in a shadow play of summer
produced by winter light
Matinee
Roads To Winter
in the darkness
and the scarcity
there will also be beauty
Swishing At Flies
nose deep
in sweet grass
the tail comforts
while duty waits
Pause
while in admiration
everything else retreats
and the now is peacefulness beautified
Sun Catcher Dream Catcher
dahlia’s petaled hoop
filtering light from dark
dreams from daymares
Sundial
a shadow falls
across the face
of time
Morning Dew
I can almost see time
accumulating
in the blades of grass
Evolution Of A Bloom
opened and yet closed
the very center
still to reveal all its complexities
Finch In Sunglasses
the demanding August sun
requires even the birds
to don shades
Roots, Rock, Fungi
endurance
is a game
of adaptation
A Heart Can Hold Everything
shadow bird
perched inside
the lily’s heart
We Share The Morning
the sun just up
bird song breaks the night’s silence
a shared glance as we each go about our ways
Mountain Flower
blooming in the woods
for the delight
of trees
Before Us
summer stretches out
in sunshine and tree shade
idle days and lemonade
The Naked Eye A Telescope
sighting the shadow of a star
I discovered
a purple constellation
Shadow And Light
in their differences
how they amplify and echo
each other
Near The Beaver Dam
beside the water’s current
a stillness settles on
that savors the day’s tranquility
The Stone Step’s Chronicle Of Time
the old antler
and its shadow in repose
above bloodroot blooming as light
On The Edge Of Spring
in the gentle sun
lift your voice
in song
Joy
sometimes joy leaps up
in my heart
like crocus from the ground
Delicacies
the snow like
seven minute icing
the tractor frosted
Still
the climbing vine
suspended in motion
green growth still a dream
Old Rose
blossoms
gone to hips
still reaching for the sun
Which Way
no right way
straight or meandering
still arriving at the same place
This Morning Didn’t Rise
some winter days
never seem to wake
they dream through to the next night
Woodland Expression
shadows and the softness
given by distance
deliver an abstracted woods
Skillful Play
they know to slow and cross single file
then resume full tilt running
on the other side
Companions
we are
more alike
than not
Sharp Edges
in the hour
before dusk
light becomes a paintbrush
The Request
the way the light
was dancing in the woods
it was an invitation to enter