eyelid of ice
the window
half closed
Sleepy House
Moss And Snow
seeming strange bedfellows
yet nestled sweetly together
companions during winter’s long sleep
Cradled In The Valleys
fog snuggles
in the mountain
sleeping like a baby
Approaching The Precipice Of Spring
the barns and fields
still sleep
the river is the early riser
Four Fields In The Morning
sleepy seed heads
sleeping in
beneath blankets of snow
The Sun Of The Ripening Seed
this particular
kind of sunshine
rouses sleeping seeds
Morning Sun
light bright enough
to rouse
all sleeping seeds
A Pink Orange Sigh
between night’s descent
and the sleeping earth
resides the colored breath of light
In April
in earthen beds
beneath another snow
seeds shake off their sleeping caps
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
on the couch
with their own
pillow and blanket
As Earth Sleeps Beneath Her Blanket Of Snow
blue sky
issues an invitation
to awaken
Layers
between
the trees and snow
time hibernates
Day Is Done
clouds pull up
to the mountain’s chin
the world readied for rest
Sleep Tight
first big snow
lullaby
for bears
Morning Moon
clouds asleep
in the cradle
of the mountain
First Light
as the garden bed sleeps
first light
blooms in the sky
Slow Rise
day emerged
leisurely
from its foggy sleep
Cat Naps
sharing the stoop
in the afternoon sun
perfect contentment
Waking
sleepy heads
dewy eyed bulbs
rise from the garden bed
Wake Up, Wake Up
above the sleeping earth
the sky
shouted out colors
Sleep Tight
old apples
wear stocking caps
for their long winter’s naps
Wake
morning comes
to the dahlia sun
rousing the sleeping bee
How the Garden Grows
merry little breezes dance
as sunshine plays the tune
while flowers raise their sleepy heads
from their garden beds
Winter Dreams
in the comfort of cattails
keeping watch
frogs and fish fast asleep
Land of Dreams
misty mountain
recurring dream
of the sleeping field
Readying
grasses softly sing
slumber’s sweet lullaby
of approaching dormant days
Suspended
sleeping beauties
their blooms await
the sun’s awakening kiss
Rock of Ages
the ancient rock
with its sleepy eye
watches all of time
travel by
In The Sleepy Woods
trees dream in misty green
of heaven’s touch and fairy rings
Still Life
without snow
the forest does not sleep
life continues to grow