sunshine
is the address
of Betsy’s house
Savoring The Sunshine
summer has not yet
opened the gate
to fall
The Cup Runneth Over
a carpet of sunshine
unfurls
beneath the azure sky
Now The Light Slants Towards September
the birdhouse stands empty
the quiet of fall approaches
Our Spot
when the stars come out
and we’ll name them until dawn
Walk In The Woods
side by side
we round the bend
into the new now
Cyclone Of Color
the wind
picked up the sunset
and spun it into the sky
The Way
gentle path
through the flowering field
the road to happy destiny
By The River In July
thirsty fields
anticipate
some much needed rain
Taking The Day
side by side
into the morning mist
They Are Dancing
we watch
firefly flowers
Duty
guarding the feeder
as dawn wakes the day
She Is Known By A Thousand Names
of green
endless variations
The Fields Green
spring takes hold
birch raise their chartreuse flag
Navigation
I can only steer
by faith
The Watcher
of all things
unmasking mysteries
The Woods
still at rest
lichen
the only green
The Garden’s Shape Emerges
spring begins
with a kaleidoscope
of greens
Making Sense Of Things
as I approach
the mist recedes
slow introduction to clarity
Power Of Intention
with the help of the sun
I focus my attention
on leafing and blooming
In Uncertainty
one kind of courage
consists of
quiet and stillness
Watching Curves
the bridge
the rock wall
the landscape itself
Making Beds, Changing Sheets
white sheets of snow
pulled back
from the field beds
Equinox
a touch of snow
first day of spring
March in the Northeast
Hawk
all the small creatures know
the curve
of the predators beak
Morning Moon
faint
like a dream
upon waking
New Day
color and light
rushing in
pushing out the darkness
The Truth Of Scale
the proportion between
bird box and forest trees
makes me right sized
Vestiges
nestled between
the snow and log
late fall’s remains
Tall Tales Told
I stood with the trees
listening to them
share their stories