between the clouds and mist
blue and light sneak in
feeding souls and seeds
Color And Light
Flown In
a blue feathered
happiness stopped by
looking for the birdhouse in my soul
Rise
morning opens my eyes
my heart longs to embrace
the soul of this day
Solace At The Green Beach
the river’s ways are
more subtle than the ocean
but as potent a soul salve
Retreat
my soul is swaddled
in green and grey
the universe a comforter
White Azalea
unabashedly naked
is the flowering soul
translucent in the sun
Repose
motionless he remained
his soul already
flown to heaven
#zeninthegarden
#leafandtwig
#repose
Place
in the garden
my soul
resides
Depth Of Bloom
lit
from within
soul of the rose
In The Enormous Woods There Perches A Tiny Soul
feathered emerald
the size
of a birch leaf
Behind A Trinity Of Trees
this day’s soul
descending
into night
Written By The Garden
a poem
made of
space
Cheered On
the faltering spirit
finds footing and support
in the solace of the garden
Witness
in the still white
the field’s soul
lays bare
Reading the Forested Landscape
October morning
the landscape’s poem
told in color and light
Tender Topography
colors smolder
as light negotiates night
landscape of the soul
Time’s Bridge
the center reaches
for the shore
shadows seek the light
Devotion
to be waited for
and received in love
is the soul of homecoming
Just
as the tree
shades the ground
a quiet mind
cultivates the soul
Rise
radiance is the soul
making itself known
Totem Tree
envoy of the gods
hawk’s perch
seat of souls
Shy
watching from the woods
a gentle soul
gages her safety
Celestial Sky
I bathe my soul
in the beauty of the sky.
In The Hush
Quietly beauty cloaks the land
allowing the silence of the soul to speak.
.
Sharing Solitude
The owl gazed
into my soul
and left me whole
The Mare
Her spirit shone past her uncared for mane and coat.
She spoke with her eyes about dignity and hope.
Profusion
More beauty than the eye can hold,
enough to lift the soul.
Sunflower
The lighthouse of flowers
shinning the way to happy days
for lost or weary souls.
Knowing
This is the deer who knows my soul
and seeks me out to remind me
of the gentleness of wildlife.
Green Being
The soul of the violet is green
and houses all gradation of color
for it is more interested in particulars than generalities.