in their differences
how they amplify and echo
each other
Shadow And Light
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
Summer Will Not Be Forgotten
a final
brilliant bloom
burned into memory
As One
October rose
basked in the sun
I basked in her beauty
Ebb Tide In The Meadow
color and light slowly recede
part of the insistent
if distant pull of winter
The Three Of Me
my reflection
myself, my shadow
like yesterday, today, tomorrow
Fall’s Shift Of Light
every contrast more potent
the color wheel
gaining speed
Edged In White
such a small detail
thin fine line
the power of contrast
Innocence
the look of wonder
delicate hooves stepping
out of shadow into light
A Second Bloom
the imperative
to seed
intensifies the color
Unity
sharing a fundamental intimacy
the butterfly and marigold
depend upon each other
Blossom’s Bouquet
ever clever
hydrangea creates
a bouquet within her blossom
Could It Be
the details
on the butterfly’s wing
cast light instead of shadows
The Timelessness of Koi
eternity knows
only
shadow and light
Rose Flames
no need to light the torch
the yellow rose bush
is blazing
Summer Is Unbridled
when
the wild flowers
roam
Sweet Primrose
they leaned forward
as if
to greet me