they come in
by popping up
blue flowering rainstorm
Green Refuge In A Houseplant
petals or leaves
self or shadow
beauty is beauty
Waking Dream
morning came
but my dreamscape
lingered on the window
Frond
a ray of light reached into the kitchen
highlighting every detail
of your design
Commence
in the warmth
of a February sun
poppies have begun
Ways Of Water
still flowing
but slower
still drawing
with sunlight
Open
unfurl yourself
be bold with fragilities
and the compliments of complexities
A Cure
be with
a dahlia bathed in sunlight
and feel your spirit rise
Rock Koi Swim
beneath the surface
orange rocks swim like koi
undulating with the current and the wind
Concealment
the golden glow of sunlit dill
a perfect camouflage
for feasting finch
Into The Woods
past the garden’s edge
the light in the woods
an invitation to more
Tree-Side Village
the wee-est of the wee forest creatures
lived in a village on a tree
safe and snug and happy as can be
The Stone Step’s Chronicle Of Time
the old antler
and its shadow in repose
above bloodroot blooming as light
Moving Towards Spring
a single drop
circles echo
in sunlight
Spring Dream
new life
hatched and feathered
in sunshine and blue sky
The Playhouse In The Pines
March is a time
of being between things
watching winter through the sun porch window
Secrets Of The Feathered Fellowship
on gray days
being in community
creates its own kind of sunlight
Companions
we are
more alike
than not
The River Bend’s Instruction
when turning corners
take your time
to wander is the way
Unity
sharing a fundamental intimacy
the butterfly and marigold
depend upon each other
Drawn By The Wind And The Light
beneath the waterfall
everything’s in motion
even logs and stones
Fern’s Filagree
fronds
scissoring shapes
into negative space
The Curvaceousness Of Water
specific
in her direction
indirect in her approach
Invisible Threads
the glittering
of sunlight
snagged on the river
Liberation
set free
by the sun
run river run
Fruit And Nuts
a feast
is set
for feathered friends
Torchlight
holding the sun
lighting the way
through mid-winter
In December
the landscape slumbers
glittering leaves
the froth of dreams
The Commonplace Sublime
late November light
delivers the touch
of grace
The Pieces Of Perfection Converged
this gorgeous afternoon
time itself
glittered