here’s the gold
searching
for its rainbow
Seeking Unification
Imagine
all the good magic
that will be conjured
in the acorn treehouse
Fall Bids Us To
wake up and embrace
the glorious beauty
of every fleeting moment
A Hello
a wink
from the universe
this sliver of a moon
Invitation
autumn left
the gate open so
summer’s end could enter
Combinations
this morning held everything
each possible
presence and absence
Learning From The Herd
keep close together
do what is best for you
tilt your face toward the sun
The Dance
wanting each moment
to last forever
impatient for what is next
Sunset In The River
I touch the water
and send ripples
into the pink sky
As One
October rose
basked in the sun
I basked in her beauty
Being Found
nocturnal friend’s
afternoon visit delivers
a message of hope
That Old Master
autumn light
painting memories
on the landscape
Rise
morning opens my eyes
my heart longs to embrace
the soul of this day
Intricacies Of Goodbye
abrupt or lingering
departures always leave something
if only the new beginning
First Hint Of Fall
a quick kiss
by the cool breeze
on the landscape’s cheek
A Place For Togetherness
let’s not let
the picnic bench
be lonely
Call Of The Dappled Path
traverse the shadows
and the light
go greet the unknown
Forever Now
clouds
dodge time
in the zig zag sky
With The Trees
I am nurtured
by the eloquent silence
of the young woods
The Remembrance Bench
from heaven
you will spot me
beneath the enormity of trees
Mist Rise
each valley releases
last night’s cold
into the new day
The Circle Is Never Broken
the decaying maple stump
an ancient landscape
for the pine seedling
august August
the sky
and the garden
moving towards fall
Full Sun
the meadow
bleached by light
wild blooms carry on
Retreat
my soul is swaddled
in green and grey
the universe a comforter
Summer Spot
from the heat of the rock
into the cool depths of the lake
JUMP
Heaven’s Touch
the buttercups
glowing
like gold
Across The River
on the quiet side of the house
the only voices
are the meadow birds
Equine Musings
amongst the herd
a solitary
contemplator
Swing Time
with the morning sun
still kind
dew tickles toes