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
Time’s Thread
shadow’s long reach
knits together
shorter days
Portrayal
designed by time
colors and lines
fallen fall
Interlude
time stopped
eternity unraveled
in a visit to a petal
Sunday Afternoon
time is
best measured in
moments not minutes
Healing
time can
smooth and soften
the broken hard heart
Telling Time
river silt
the tide’s clock
chimes in ripples
Saddled Up
swayback shed
saddled by the sky
ridden by time
Tide
liquid granite
illustrates the tide
of time
Above the Milk House
time matched the speed
of the forming clouds
folding everything into now
Illuminati
before bursting into being
possibilities illuminate
the breath of every second
Time Combined
for every shadow
there is light
counterparts
like day to night
Time’s Bridge
the center reaches
for the shore
shadows seek the light
Where Moments Meet
beside the birch
I watched the pond
illuminate the mysteries of time
Abode
time and weather
downed the tree and birdhouse
chipmunk’s new abode
Wedded
stonecrop on rock
the marriage of time
eternal and fleeting
The Nature of Time
slowly thyme
makes its way
across the lawn of summer
Arch of Hearts
in the garden
everything of importance happens
in its own time and way
Space and Time
pines bookend time
their reflections
a parallel universe’s tomorrow
To Come And Go
cold must rise in order to leave
every thing comes and everything goes
in nature’s design of time
Earth’s Wrinkles
water is the earth’s skin
wrinkled by the cold
marks and ridges telling time
the oldest story ever told
Willow Chairs
beneath the changing colors
with feet in a rainbow of leaves
these are the seats to spend time with time
Sage
the sage knows
the only time
is now
Mountain View
winter haze
a cloudless day
just time, the mountain and I
Weaving
branches and weeds
a tapestry
woven on the loom of time
Incubating
Rocks are the eggs
that time lays.
Bygone Days
Keeping nothing in and no one out
the wall wanders the mountain
dreaming of open fields and hand plows.
Late Afternoon
Shadows are the arms of time
reaching toward twilight.
Time
As the oak leaf rests on granite
millenniums cradle this season.