all seeing
knot hole eye
mouth of the missing branch
Taking It In
sunning yourself
on the fencepost
spirit in light
Ghost Tree
times’s skeleton
a spirit
amidst mist
Small White Butterfly
spirit
of a dear friend
visiting again
Wild Flowers With Fence
the spot where
spirit meets
with daily life
Written By The Garden
a poem
made of
space
Helene
garden’s goddess
overseeing beauty
from beyond
No Need To Ask
no longer here
yet everywhere
you are not forgotten
The Maple’s Ghost
floated by
gracefully entering
the next dimension
The Spirit’s Residence
woods
between the trees
sanctuary
Cheered On
the faltering spirit
finds footing and support
in the solace of the garden
Ma Donna
Madonna appeared
in a cairn of stones
offering prayer and blessing
Four Fields
the spirit farmer’s
ephemeral harvest
is autumn light
Nearness
Tim
seeks me
in the garden
small
white
butterfly
always
hovering
nearby
Ghost
that I glimpse
from the side of my eye
Darting through blossoms
resting on leaves
Taking advantage of sunshine and breeze
Pointing out a shapely cloud
waiting on my mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked
Reminding me
as mortality
rages on
death
is not
the final stop
Structure of Spirit
with all of youth departed
the essence laid bare
great beauty remains
Glory, Glory, Glory
a frozen star
a gift of light
a glimpse of the divine
The Great Pumpkin
emanating the light of the moon
no need for a knife to free its face
its spirit rises from the shape
Kasco
rising
into flight
spirit casting shadow
Look of Love
God’s eye
lights up
watching you
Cardinal
fulfilling ecclesiastical duties
of bearing beauty and witness
carrying divinity’s spirit
Promise of Promise
leaves still illuminated
by last summer’s light
promising of her return
Jubilation
joy is the sustenance
the hungry heart seeks
Now Voyager
spirits voyage
into the pink
back to the source
Snow Maiden
grounded
in the power of the earth
she hears and heeds
the spirit winds’
whispers of wisdom
Heaven’s Call
a call from the divine
rainbow in grey sky
Totem Tree
envoy of the gods
hawk’s perch
seat of souls
Gathered
the spirit of the meadow
resides in the abundance
brought indoors
Iris
iris the indomitable
sprouts beneath the snow
The Beauty Of
winter’s still life
steals my breath
restores my spirit
A Little Spot of Red
a grey fogged dawn
the lone pileated
seeks a kindred