each valley releases
last night’s cold
into the new day
Mist Rise
Big Pines
in the valley of the Taconics
centuries old pines
are time’s flagstaff
The Chairs’ View
sit awhile
and watch spring
wander over
Distant Neighbors
on the other side
still we need
each other
The Horizon Held Our Sighs
we climbed
to see anew
our peaceful valley
Side By Side
through the heart
of the valley
travels the river and train
Daybreak
winter’s
cold breath
resting in the valleys
We Gather In The Meadow
chairs circled
we worship in
the valley’s benevolence
Each Day New
the day wakes
light yawns across the valley
creation is never done
One To Another
mountain, farm and valley
hold the sacred trust
of belonging
Quilted Sky
Tucked under a blanket of clouds
the river valley rests.
In the Valley
In the quiet of the valley
farms and forest prepare themselves
for the demands of winter.