morning is a certainty
the colors of her sky
an eternal mystery
To Be Counted On
Clouds Above The Palisades
sunshine spotlights
the bluff face
as day dips into shadow
Touch
the fingerprints of trees
after tracing the sky
leaves caress the ground
Still Sweet
Maine’s blueberry sky
not yet
bittered by cold
Change
life and time
always on the move
let us be their gracious guests
Reaching Past The Rooftops
ambition
is the weed’s
decree
Soar
once the updraft
is found
flight is effortless
As The Sky Moves
freedom
washes over me
I am untethered from worry
Faith
still beneath the surface of sight
yet distinctly present
leaf buds and spring
Shy Sky
the day ended so softly
I almost missed the kiss
that was her parting blush
Coupling
lilac leaf buds
a double flamed torch
shimmering with desire for spring
Beneath This Big Blue Sky
long shadows
reaching for the long river
just beyond the tree line
Party Line
intermingling conversations
back to the old days
of sharing the line
Heaven At Your Feet
reach down
and touch
treetops and the sky
Replenishment
thirsty for color
I gulped
the blue sky
Three Lines
the snow, the mist, the clouds
past, present, future
the weather writes a tercet
Carried
traveling the lines
across a brilliant sky
voices seeking hearts
The Night Sky Is A Closet
the crescent moon
a hanger where
I drape my daydreams
Always
the two at once
joy and sorrow
and the search for ways
to befriend both
Space Enough
I am widened
by the ocean’s horizon
so much space for my soul to roam
The Transfer Of Color
trees emptied of leaves
so an autumn sunset
colors the sky
The World Upside Down
when the ground is where the sky belongs
and you find yourself on the inside looking out
balance, daring and sticky toes will set the world right
Heron On High
you are an arrow
piercing
the foreboding sky
Three Sky Morning
the day already divided up
the pink sunrise, a blue mid-day
a mackerel bellied sunset
Touch Of Blue
the sun in her zenith
making a blinding white
you unbothered
with the sky on your wings
How A Hearth Makes A Home
the woods are our walls
and the floor a carpet of forget-me-nots
we use the sky as ceiling and heaven as the roof
Blues
tiny blooms
grace the ground
an echo of the sky
My Morning Moon
your appearance
in the tenderly colored sky
a blessing for the day
Altitude Of Blue
the sky sharing
some of her repertoire
illustrating infinity
Like A Sunset
although dormant
still sending colors
up to the sky