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
The World Upside Down
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
Another Galaxy
in a granite sky
amidst the clouds of moss
twinkle lichen stars
Sunset In The River
I touch the water
and send ripples
into the pink sky
The Path Is Paradox
by being still
becoming
part of the motion
Spectacle Of The New Day
morning rose
the sky
in full bloom
Forever Now
clouds
dodge time
in the zig zag sky
Maxfield’s Sky
luminosity
of clouds
a hint of Parrish blue
Free Ride
there goes the sky
hitching a ride
on the surface of the river
august August
the sky
and the garden
moving towards fall
Blues In Maine
beneath a cerulean sky
the ocean provides
sapphire, slate and stone
April Days
when the sky
is fast
and undecided
The Sea Of Clouds
the wind a tide
in the fast moving sky
blue waves crash as clouds
Turquoise
the earth
encircled by
a gemstone sky
The Way Of Faith
holding to the thought
light remains
even if obscured
Buds In Blue
infinitesimal the progress
towards spring
until the sudden unfurling
Ever Changing
the sky teaches
nothing stays
not even all this gray
Snow On The Horizon
the sky and trees
both thinned
by cold
Gossamer Layers
the day
twirled in
like a tutu lifting
Flames Of The Night Sky
despite
the arctic cold
the sky is ablaze
Splendor
a day’s ending
that transcends
all endings
The Blossom
morning sky
blooms
in pink and blue
En Mass
they flew
into the sunset
shepherding light