blue skies
and leaves
finding new forms
Early Spring Abstracted
Homecoming
every thing
on its way
to becoming one
All Things Possible
cabbage petals
ruffled like a rose
she dreamed herself
into flower
Dreaming Green
the leaves and moss
the water and silt
an endless becoming
Transformation
wearing a coat of white fur
the crabapple now
a Zao snow monster
Transfigurations
a shell without its beach
perhaps part caterpillar part cocoon
or just the hosta leaf
fossilized
Dissolving Into The Next Dimension
in the final days intensified
more precise somehow
while leaving
Pass Through
the opening itself
an invitation
to step into the light
Change
many are the beginnings
and the sheddings
that escort us into the new
Dance Of Transformation
supple and brittle
dancing on their stems
leaves dervish in the wind
Oh To Bloom On
November sun transforms
the frost on the mums
into tears of joy
To Be And Be Another
after she flowers
blackberry lily
fruits in seed
A New Way Of Being
brittle and brown
a mirror
for light
Becoming
in saying goodbye
the leaf became
a butterfly
The Path Is Paradox
by being still
becoming
part of the motion
Contained
all transformations
of the seasons change
assembled in the now
Housing Tomorrow’s Beauty
seed heads
the flowers
chrysalis
The August Garden
drinking in humidity
and transforming heat
into color
The Commonplace Sublime
late November light
delivers the touch
of grace
Enigmatic Mist
mysteries
of the season change
secrets of transformation
Early Departure
each hole
a doorway where
life passes through
Still Green
in the morning sun
turning
frost into dew
Will You Find Your Way To Being A Butterfly
living inside
nourished with parsley
tended by humans
In The Dirt
a tiny
call for joy
the day transformed
Unification
as time
went by
it all became one
To Thrive In All Circumstance
weather the storm
and make it
a flower
Sparkle
milkweed’s moment
in the sun
glittering cold
The Pasture Transformed
winter’s beach
new snow dunes
hold a frozen tide
Stages
the beauty
inside
yet to be seen
The Place He Used To Live
honeycomb
the snake’s
old home