summer serenades with colors
one can’t help
but sing along
A Catchy Tune
We Shared A Look
and now I know
the words
to your song
The Pond Opened For Song
opening ceremony
the joyful croaking chorus
of peepers peeping
The Song Of Silence
deep in the woods
on the frozen vernal pond
the music played on
Blue Columbine
your color
is the baritone
of the garden’s chorus
Dragonfly Wind Chime
the chime sings
the wind’s song
a mountain lullaby
The Leaves’ Lullaby
a song
made of silence
in the falling hush
Restoration
leaves to unfurl
songs to sing
spring’s beginnings
Field Music
quartet
of snow
early winter sung
Orchestra Of The Outside
the wind
conducted
autumn’s hymnn
Afternoon Music
song in the air
chorus of clouds
cumulus crescendo
Bel Canto
an opera
of orange
sung by nasturtium
Frog Song
rain on
peepers pond
the chorus crescendos
Hearing Hallelujah
crowded so tight
they seem almost one
every dot a note in the visual song
Resonance
in the echo
your song
is sung anew
Sunset Music
the sky sings
glory hallelujah
water sings the refrain
Field Song
grasses sing
a serenade
to shorter days
Robins
seduce me
with your song of spring
of love and life and hope you sing
Prologue
before the song of spring
the robin can be seen
Field Psalm
dried grass’
wind song
autumn’s hymn
Duet
an alto and soprano
in lavender and purple
sing of summer
Chorus
the hedgerow sings
late winter’s song
on whispering leaves
Jacob’s Brook
water runs to the long river
singing the final refrains of its song
before it is silenced by winter
The Sound of Beauty
Floating flower bells
silence is their song.
Parting Gift
The last gift the cornfield gives
is its whispering song
on the winds of fall.
The Sound of Color
Morning light
sings my heart’s song.
Pine Grove
This is the spot
to rest on the plush pine needle carpet,
listen to the song of the leaves and the river
and hear the wisdom of your own heart.
Surface of Sound
Dirt Road
It has taken many cities to know
that my way home is off the paved path.
The sound of tires on soil is my welcome song.
Birdhouse
The babies have feathered and flown.
It is time to wing to the South.
Your house holds the echo of your song,
and awaits your return in the spring.