when architects are trees
the fallen a log bridge
a root an arch
No Need For Nails
Believe
despite the enormity
of the big dark woods
and the smallness of our feet
we can find our way through
Ambiguous Sky
uncertain day
begins in
pink and grey
Together
over time
becoming
one
Stop
wait and watch
as the sun reveals
today’s gifts
The Lap Of Eternity
resting on shore
each wave
a breath
Layers
the birch sheds
her bark cocoon
revelation after revelation
Water And Granite
steadfast in opposite ways
the durability of granite
married to the fluidity of water
Marsh Concerto
plunk and peep of frogs
whispers in the reeds
songs sung by leaves
Rising Temperatures
the smoke tree billows pink
as the door yard basks
in summer’s heat
The Road Into Summer
from the respite of shade
blue skies of opportunities
just up ahead
Summer Sun
a string of white lights
bellflowers reaching
for the sun
Into The Woods
follow the path
then make your own
the woods are truly home
Witnesses
flowers keep watch
over the landscape’s rise
from its misty morning blanket
Made For Them
I came across
a paradise
blooming just for bees
The Way To Oz
buttercups
paved my
yellow brick road
Summer Morning
an invitation
to linger in
a long lazy day
Summer Flew In
June morning
the world opened wide
all possibilities expanded
Locomotion
the weather is a train
billowing her steam clouds
as she travels south
The House Next Door
amongst the trees
their roof sheltering unknown
happinesses and heartbreak
Pretty Precipitation
petal shower
at the meadow’s edge
so many kinds of rain
Sweet Dreams
after a sudden rain
some sunset sneaks by
the bedroom window
The Valley In Spring
clouds flying free
the rail fence meanders
as trees converse in green
Reassurance
constants
the river, the mountain
the flowers return
the renewal of spring
Finally The Sun Came Out
after so many days of rain
there is warmth and light
and the earth rises up
in color and hope
Magnolia
petals
whisper pink
delicacy in all things
Opening
each leaf bud
a catchall for light
incubating life
The World Is Drawn Anew In Color
the slow rousing of spring
color and life
sneaking up beside you
First In The Garden
to the old oak leaves
piled by the wind
spring offers a pink bouquet
To Sing The Colors Of Spring
the peepers of spring’s color
are the frogs
waking in the vernal pools
singing the song of frondescentia