forever galloping
through the seasons
of the meadow
Steel Steed
Skedaddle
back to the deep woods
as the sun rises
bug hunter hunted
In The Quietude
here at this river bend
the past is behind me, the future in front
and I am centered in the current of now
Rise
crows ascend
from the field feeding
only the hungriest linger
Mirth In The Woods
it started as a giggle
and grew into a guffaw
the laughter of this log
Dawning
traveling with the morning light
the mountain revealed through the trees
then the pond shrugs off her shawl of pink mist
so tenderly begins this day
The Days Move Fast
chasing the last of summer
through the young woods
the sun’s rays always just out of reach
The Goings Of September
we wander the waning meadow
stopping to marvel
at every remaining bloom
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