the night slips away
and day is claimed
with sunlight and sparkle
Blue Morning
Sound Effects
memories carry
the babble
of the now silent brook
Reminder
behind the tumult
and darkness
light is seeking us
Light And Water Falls
in the presence
of transience’s beauty
peace flows
Black Rocks Green Leaves
beside the brook
light and shadow
conversed about
contentment’s ways
Silent Invitation
like breadcrumbs
we sprinkle red flowers
for hummingbirds
Room For All
each blooms in their our own time
community’s beauty
someone is always flowering
The Source
impossible to know
illumination
or glow
The Bloom Of Light
after many gray days
the sun itself
is a flower
and a flower
is a mirror
to the sun
Welcoming Spring
kitchen sink
window sill
orchid bloom
Awaken
splendid is the morning sun
beckoning to sap and leaves
rise sweetly and unfurl
Open To Change
there goes autumn
passing by
the back door
Diamond Dew
fleeting brilliance
these jewels
of water and sunlight
Dream Catcher
flower of the sun
catching light
protection from darkness
Practice
trust that time
and light and your breath
will move without effort
Deliverance
in the fullness of the sun
the deepest darkness
broken open
Sprinkling
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