time resides in the sound
of the river current’s
constant caress of the old tree stump
Listening To Time
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
River Morning
this day’s mysteries
gather in the mist
until divulged by the sun
That Sweetness In The Air
it is
the maple wind
ushering in hope
Jane’s House
elegant in white
morning mist and magnolias
shroud your sanctuary
Filagree Of Spring
each leaf and flower unfurling
a revelation of details and hues
spring in the woods making her masterpiece
And Sometimes
the journey home
is strikingly different
but the destination is the same
Flowered Flight
mariposa
my magnolia
a bloom of butterflies
The Daring Of Dreams
such grey April skies
some trees barely dare
to dream of leaves
Spring’s Aura
almost invisibly the willow
begins to emanate
her green energy field
Blues
tiny blooms
grace the ground
an echo of the sky
Phantom Limb
I still see
the rope swing, the wood pecker
your tender leaf buds and glorious colors of fall
Rock Wall: An Origin Of Necessity
the fields cleared for planting
the crops rocky impediment
are now their border and protection
With All Blooms And Beginnings
first and most mysteriously comes
an internal expansion
that commands glorious opening
The Blue Sky Tries
still some snow
as the field softens into mud
this is the season of small beginnings
My Morning Moon
your appearance
in the tenderly colored sky
a blessing for the day