fire alarm
the begonia
a siren of red
Sound Seen
Synchronized Ice
I see the sound
of ice birds
murmuration
Crackle And Crack
see the sound
that ice makes
when meeting salted macadam
Watching The Whispering
I saw
the soft sound
of marsh grass
Crescendo
if colors could be heard
this maple offers
a triumphant cymbal’s crash
Listening To Time
time resides in the sound
of the river current’s
constant caress of the old tree stump
Blue Columbine
your color
is the baritone
of the garden’s chorus
Thistle By The River
in the wind
whistling
as water passes
I Saw
the hollyhock
listening
to time fleeting
Sound Seen
the thrum
of wings hovering
stillness in motion
Bloom Sounds
pink pow
of mountain laurel
pop pop pop
Deep Listening
tuned
to the sounds
of green things growing
Cacophony
rustle of leaves
squeaking of trees
sounds of season change
Bees
they buzz in bubbles
beneath the ice
water is their wings
Whispers
the colors are
a whisper now
winter’s quiet inches in
Resounds
cloisonnéd crabapple trunk
each hole a house
for woodpecker sounds
The Sound of Beauty
Floating flower bells
silence is their song.
Autumn Tracks
Clickity clack away rode summer.
The whisper and crunch of leaves
is the sound of Fall’s journey.
Surface of Sound
Wind Chime
It is the breath of the divine
that makes the chime sound.