we wander the waning meadow
stopping to marvel
at every remaining bloom
The Goings Of September
Claimed
stumped by wetlands
once tall trees
now neck to neck with water lily
If The Liminal Could Be Seen
palisades shrouded in mist
its sacredness seeps into my bones
and I stand in reverence
Told By The Road
the future is uncertain
but for this
together we go on
Begin
the fence
is neither
start nor finish
Three Sky Morning
the day already divided up
the pink sunrise, a blue mid-day
a mackerel bellied sunset
Concealment
the golden glow of sunlit dill
a perfect camouflage
for feasting finch
Goat Snacks
when you like everything
the world
is your buffet
Color And Light
between the clouds and mist
blue and light sneak in
feeding souls and seeds
Roots, Rock, Fungi
endurance
is a game
of adaptation
Morning Seats
we watch the day rise
and let the shadows lengthen
time is abundant among us
Prayers For July
let the flowers be wild
the days long
and the tree shade deep
Hearing Hooves
the sound of branches
breaking in the woods
that’s the stallion running in
Welcome Wild Neighbors
garden in the woods
a birdbath to feed
hawk and deer
Listening To Time
time resides in the sound
of the river current’s
constant caress of the old tree stump
Into The Woods
past the garden’s edge
the light in the woods
an invitation to more
A Lazy Graze
cows know
how to do summer
slow and sweet
A Fleeting Fame
duet of iris
took their moment
in the sun
Mountain Flower
blooming in the woods
for the delight
of trees
Before Us
summer stretches out
in sunshine and tree shade
idle days and lemonade
We Grow, Grow, Grow
contrary to their neat rows
the seedlings desire
of life is feral
Circle Garden
at the threshold between sunshine and shade
the circle sculptures speak
of life’s liminal spaces
Winding Path
the finest way to travel
is meandering
making the path as you go
Sea Of Green
a froth of fern
meets the garden shore of grass and sunshine
wave sets of trees gather in the distance
Spring Morning
a gentle lavender call
to greet day
stirs the river
Petaled Lanterns
the afternoon
becomes
a pink illumination
Near The Beaver Dam
beside the water’s current
a stillness settles on
that savors the day’s tranquility
Magic Carpet
just to stand upon it
you have already ridden
to your fantastical destination
Spring Dreams
all the world in bloom
and emanating
the green glow of hope
Go Slow
on the dirt road
through the greening valley
witness hope unfurling before you