March is a time
of being between things
watching winter through the sun porch window
The Playhouse In The Pines
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
In The Valley Of The Lily
everything extending
the last of their essence
veritas of beauty
High Summer
the sun at her zenith
the shade deepens
all things ever balancing
Wander The Garden
the spirit restores
finding the space of place
along gracious paths
Perspicacity
beneath waterlily clouds
the heron contemplates
elusive perceptions
Call To Worship
the garden grows
a temple complete
with spires of lavender light
White Azalea
unabashedly naked
is the flowering soul
translucent in the sun
Through The Darkness
the world awaited us
growing and blooming
summoning us back home
Flock Of Trillium
in they flew
on angel wings
or so it seems
Green Goblets
waiting to be filled
with the drink of rain
before fully unfurling
Magnolia Clouds
pure as a new spring day
the scented breeze
and petal’s shadow play
Breaking Free
verdant with spring
the brook rushes
toward sunlight
Winter In The Wings
sunlight makes a show
of dancing
across the marsh
The Center Holds
shadows play
on the river of leaves
stillness inside movement
Flowers Of Light
like a memory
of summer
magnifying sunlight
Radiating Hope
a bright light
lifting us
up