tiny blooms
grace the ground
an echo of the sky
Blues
The Stone Step’s Chronicle Of Time
the old antler
and its shadow in repose
above bloodroot blooming as light
Naturalization
they belong here
because they are here
a legacy of roots
On The Edge Of Spring
in the gentle sun
lift your voice
in song
Joy
sometimes joy leaps up
in my heart
like crocus from the ground
With All Blooms And Beginnings
first and most mysteriously comes
an internal expansion
that commands glorious opening
The Blue Sky Tries
still some snow
as the field softens into mud
this is the season of small beginnings
Step Through
the archway a threshold
suspending the invisible veil
between winter and spring
Spring Dream
new life
hatched and feathered
in sunshine and blue sky
Apparitions Of Spring
like garden ghosts
leaves appear
upon the icy window
Power
forcing bulbs seem
to speed the arrival
of spring
Daydream Of Spring
with this blue sky
those raindrops
may bloom into flowers
Morning Light
finds its way
over the rock wall
into the shade garden
Pause
to revel in
the many marvels
of nature’s designs
A Reach For The Sun
in lilac’s first bloom
she unfurls
purple tipped leaf buds
Embrace Of An Old Friend
in cold, windy woods
spring rose up
to greet me
Slowly On Her Way To Us
it seems it is
the river bend that
brings us spring
Budding Young Artist
spring’s canvas
is the landscape
growth is her medium
The Second Bloom All At Once
newly risen
she blooms again
in shadow
Crocus In Light
in part
it seems
they create the light
All The Season Always
there is a veil
between winter and spring
comprised of the remains of summer and fall
Awaiting The Security Of Leaves
the nest
hidden
even when revealed
Unseen Work
beneath the snow
revealed by the sun
spring has already begun
Spring Soup
seasoned
by the seasons
warmed by the sun
Approaching The Precipice Of Spring
the barns and fields
still sleep
the river is the early riser
The Mercy Of Houseplants
while it snows
the primrose blooms
conjuring spring
The Green Rose
like a siren
calling to spring
bringing blossoms into being
The Season’s Joie De Vivre
rising to the surface
that particular effervescence
of spring
Elemental Mixed Media
a collage
of not yet
spring
Returning
no beginning or end
to the circular cycles
of nature and time