rustle of leaves
squeaking of trees
sounds of season change
Four Fields
the spirit farmer’s
ephemeral harvest
is autumn light
Revealed
as leaves depart
the hideaway
is made known
Saturated
a bluing sky
intensifies
the turning of the trees
Beautiful World
autumn colors
creep up from behind
nine lives are not enough
Tender Topography
colors smolder
as light negotiates night
landscape of the soul
Coloring
my eyes
can hardly hold
all the beauty that unfolds
Reverie
morning fog
the wide world
is a contemplation
Cloud Moon
to be a moon
in the bright blue sky
a cloud’s dream realized
Sunday Afternoon
time is
best measured in
moments not minutes
Bedtime
tenderly the day
kissed the sky
goodnight
On the East Knoll
lambs gentled the landscape
making space for weariness to rest
Heronry
the colony
begins with two
sentinels of progeny
Intuition
at the water’s edge
in a world of green
the sense of being seen
Near Enough
a great blue
dwarfed by ancients
returning to sacred ground
Precious
a month behind the stone
the garden ruby’s
month is August
Dream Land
in the terrain of dreams
every worm and woodpecker hole
is a passageway to the realm beyond
Summer Games
dappled and darting
sunbeams and birch trees
play tag in the woods
Intentions
soft the morning rose
dreaming into being
a wholeness of day
Fit
riddle trees
in puzzle bark
conundrum of place
Outside
trees tell
tales of freedom
outside the garden fence
Lavender Glooming
the colors
wrap around us
we are held
in heaven’s embrace
Sunset Music
the sky sings
glory hallelujah
water sings the refrain
One Among Many
in the multitude of blossoms
five certain petals
called out: see me
Alternate Days
taking turns with sunshine
grey skies and rain drops
encourage the greening landscape
The Magnification of Hope
spring proceeds in
infinitesimal increments
best seen through
the magnification of hope
How Tiny The Town
so wide and blue the sky
a universe of clouds
floats by
The Way
uncertain if
my path is the way
suddenly guidance appears
April Snow
night’s white blanket
tucked in all the green
the garden bed is cozy cold
How Day Breaks
God’s finger
a single ray of light
the touch of the divine