sunshine rests
on the dormant garden’s
bench
Winter In The Wings
sunlight makes a show
of dancing
across the marsh
White Shadow
wind blown snow
the storm’s
white shadow lingers
Glinting In The Winter Sun
fresh powder
piles up
everything a-sparkle
Waltz In The Woods
young trees
shadow dance
on the rock face
Clarity
everything intensified
as edges and differences
make themselves known
The Light, The Colors, The Change
all of autumn
here
in this leaf
Late Bloom
dahlia’s delicacy
in counterpoint
to fall’s exuberance
Quickly The Mood Of Each Moment Shifts
light and shadow
chase each other
across the landscape
Autumn In The Meadow
the light
more precious
as darkness nears
While Monarchs Have Departed The Butterfly Bush Blooms On
the nourishment
of beauty
soul food
Morningside
residing
in the shadow play
heron starts his day
Now The Light Slants Towards September
shadows grow longer
the birdhouse stands empty
the quiet of fall approaches
Morning Meadow
night is banished
now is
light’s time to play
Shade Garden
each bloom
a beacon
of light
It Was The Thorns
the small pink rose
shed
two tiny tears
Simplicity As Palette
the hosta
is a minimalist
with a grand presentation of form
Ruffles
edged in pink
a little frill
on leaves
The Poet Sunshine
the flowers’ shadows
write their own poem
on the book’s pages
Vestiges
nestled between
the snow and log
late fall’s remains
Still Life’s Motion
what holds
the snowflake to the leaf
but hope and faithful buoyancy
Flame
ablaze
with color
tribute to summer
Fall Approaches
as everything changes
keep flowering
as long as you can
One of Many
the shadow reveals
another definition
of self
Proximity
missive
from the future
fall’s imminence
This Humble Paradise
pause and let
time expand into
beauty’s forever unfolding
To Be Chosen
flowers await
their moment
in the sun
Summer’s Best Friend
take shelter
in the sweet shade
of the dear old tree
Everything Rises
as morning sidles
to the edge of the garden
the gingko bows to the day
Apparel
rock wall in
a yellow rain slicker
dressed by April rain