lean upon
the dependability
of day
The Elements Assistance
Morning Sun
orb of light
fairy godmother of
mysteries and miracles
Swept Clear
this fast moving sky
whisked away
all worries
Delphinium With Hummingbird
a shared translucence
in petal and wing
delicate, determined things
Contemplation On The Branch
in dappled shade
beneath the whisp-ing clouds
hawkish thoughts
The Veil Lingers
in the softness
of a summer morning
the landscape still dreaming
Heather’s Pink Sunrise
braving night’s darknesses
arriving in the solace
of the pastel light
Tree Of Sweets
like cotton candy
sugar spun
from the morning sun
Circle Theory
connection is all
no beginning, no end
life ever moving on the continuum
Patience
foggy morning
the sundial waits
for the sun
Keepers Of Place
my home is known
to me by trees
those guardians and greeters
Lingering
morning moon
a white balloon
full of dreams
Open Space
the days expand
mid-mornings linger
the feeling grows
that there is time enough
Swarm
like bees in a swarm
the trees industrious
in pollen production
A Good Morning
sunshine and new blooms
the kind of day
that heals hearts
Tender And True
more cherished for
winter’s long wait
spring’s hospitality of abundance
Another Kind Of Warmth
a beam
of daffodil sunshine
graces the hillside
The Maples Blush
spring sky so blue
its depth
infinity
Souls Bared To The World
naked trees
in the golden meadow
strength in vulnerability
Leprechaun’s Ladder
how else
to reach the top
of the rainbow?
A Mirror Of Self
mapping the roots
the branches
shadow
Delicate Decisions
teetering between seasons
imagination decides
frost or blossom fuzz
Blending In
part of the landscape
player in the cycle of life
hawk’s hunting perch
How To Receive
look out
upon the horizon
without expectations
Silent Greeting
each tree
a kind acquaintance
the woods my gracious neighbor
April Snow
waiting for spring
the empty bench
is filled with snow
Candy
a heavy handed sifting
of a confectioners sugar snow
the woods now candy land
Good Morning In The North Woods
in the misty woods
sleepy eyed and fluffy coated
rising from the deer bed
Rooted Aspirations
like many tiny wings
the fluttering of a flock of leaves
do trees fly in their dreams?
Faith
still beneath the surface of sight
yet distinctly present
leaf buds and spring