no snow
beneath
the canopy
Sheltered
Blue Goodbye
beneath the care
and protection of the pine
monkshood gifts us a final bloom
Umbrella Of Sunshine
casting light
creating shelter
from gloom
The House Next Door
amongst the trees
their roof sheltering unknown
happinesses and heartbreak
Port In The Storm
our porch perch
is piled with snow
we are snug inside
To Choose Gratitude
thank you for the first snow
thank you for shelter from the cold
thank you for the few remaining leaves
thank you for the company of trees
Peace Found Us
our miracle came
as the widening blue sky
and shelter of the red barn
First Strangers Then Friends
deep in the woods
these three strangers
offered shelter
Communion
oh to rest
in the sheltering wisdom
of the old, old tree
Shelter From The Blistering Sun
our beloved tree
a great green umbrella
offering shade and sanctuary
How The House Homesteads
the garden feeding us
laundry on the line
so many kinds of shelter
Another Gift Freely Given
a generous benefactor
the forest’s shade
on a hot summer day
Summer’s Best Friend
take shelter
in the sweet shade
of the dear old tree
Shelter In The Storm
small space
large enough
for refuge
The Privileged
we watch
winter’s demanding dramatics
from inside our warm havens
Haven
shelter in the rhododendron
waiting out winter
alongside flower buds
With
the better shelter
from the storm
is found with others
Retreat
cool earth dust baths
in the shelter of shade
chickens get-a-way
In the Shelter Of A Tree
eavesdropping
on the conversation
between the water and the rain
For Equilibrium
sit a bit
in the shelter of the shade
and watch the day wander by
Dark Sky
dormancy depends
on darkness gathering round
the necessary shroud
sheltering inchoate spring
Orchard
in the shelter of others
buds blossom and fruit
Sanctuary
While the garden is watered
I shelter with the maple.
Passing Through
In her twilight years
the old barn shelters
wind and memories.
Benevolence
As dusk descends a storm approaches,
celestial light graces the trees
and shelters the shadow of the house.
Blooms with Stone
In the garden everything finds its rightful home
a stone is sheltered by a mass of blooms
and so it should be.
Time
Now as a beam, you measure time
by the nights and days of shelter you provide,
absorbing laughter and tears into your fibers and history.
Dark Clouds
Let faith be a blanket that keeps you warm.