the dark and light
that passes through
our blue days
I Saw
the hollyhock
listening
to time fleeting
To Be Chosen
flowers await
their moment
in the sun
Nature’s Time
flowering sundial
it’s gnomon
the coulds
In The Flowering Of Trees
the world
divine
blossom time
Each Leaf In Its Own Time
the landscape
fills
with color
Unbowed
in a tangle
of dead wood and time
an undaunted greening and flowering
Wood Duck Box By The Old Corn Field
the frozen marsh
the fallow field
everything in its time
Mountain Shore
waves of time
mountain backs rise
then disperse into mist
The Time When Time Wanders
shadows
stretched by sunshine
long winter days
Time’s Sculpture
every edge
sharpened by cold
carving it’s shape into air
Interior Time
winter’s internal seasons
of snow then rain
and so it all begins again
Classic New England
time
standing still
at the estate’s boundary
Tangle Of Time
all
the past’s moments
entwined
Time Travel
there goes the wind
through the trees
carrying time
On The Terrace By The Connecticut
river rushes by
flowers take
their time
Ripples
each line
a marker
of time
All The Time In The World
shadows
telling time
no need to hurry
Winter’s Composition of Time
measurements made
in the time it takes
for a snow flake to fall
Fourth Dimension
see time
whooshing by
in the context of your life
So Often Forgotten
time carries
me through my
transgressions of faith
Compression
density of time
everything craving light
as days shorten
Flowering Sundial
time
is measured
by the lily’s shadow
Time Enough
day moved slow
as cow and ducks
listened to the grass grow
Telling Time
fence slat
sun dial
spring’s high noon
Picket Fences
ignoring the gate
time and weather
pass on through
Time’s Labor
clouds and sun
snow’s toe hold of cold
all cultivating spring
As It Is
weight of time
can be carried in every
form it comes in
Abridged
time crosses slowly
December’s snowy bridge
sojourn to the far side of remembering
Apple’s Obligation
time is the harvester
of a crop that grew
to feed the earth
