reverberations
announce each
hour
Bells Ring Out
Markers
side by side
the pyramid and cairn
left to hold a place in time
Vulnerabilities
pink plastic flamingos
their only predators
the elements, time and asethics
Horological Botany
dandelion sundial
yellow petal hands
telling summer’s time
Time Abstracted
within in the flow
it wrinkles and bunches
but always eventually
untangles itself
Forest Bones
time’s skeleton
the sun bleached bones
of prodigious trees
Change
life and time
always on the move
let us be their gracious guests
Piecework
patchwork of light
on the forest floor
time quilts early autumn
Open Space
the days expand
mid-mornings linger
the feeling grows
that there is time enough
Time’s Reallocations
memory is a mystery
with pieces disappearing
and remains ever changing
Pieces
the barn became a puzzle
with weather and time taking pieces
waiting for hammer and saw to replace them
In Outlines
tracing time
and its
continuous expansion
Needles, Leaves, Reeds
the wind weaves
a tapestry
of elements and time
Good Manners
this autumn leaf flittered and flew
delivering a personal goodbye
to each remaining hour
Stillness Inside The Current
rock beneath the waterfall
witness to every nuance in the weather
barometer of time
Claimed
stumped by wetlands
once tall trees
now neck to neck with water lily
Late Summer Garden
field grass high and in seed
flower stalks looking for rest
abundance about to tip into decline
this is the story of the passage of time
Sundial
a shadow falls
across the face
of time
Morning Dew
I can almost see time
accumulating
in the blades of grass
Water Falls Along The Brook
pulled by
time and gravity
back to the beginning
Morning Seats
we watch the day rise
and let the shadows lengthen
time is abundant among us
Listening To Time
time resides in the sound
of the river current’s
constant caress of the old tree stump
The Stone Step’s Chronicle Of Time
the old antler
and its shadow in repose
above bloodroot blooming as light
On The Far Edge Of Winter
the sky
keeps reminding me
how fast time moves
Physics At The Brook’s Edge
if time itself could be seen
this is how it would appear
stopped and moving all at once
Time’s Vision
the barn’s
one empty window
an all seeing eye
Forever Now
clouds
dodge time
in the zig zag sky
Time’s Turning
summer’s life seen
as a kaleidoscope
of colors
In Parallel
all the edges softened
blending into one another
flying and floating both
Conversations Across Time
fall’s iris pods
call across the river
to the tree’s spring buds