fortitude
is being built
in the fallow field
Fields At Rest
The Valley In Spring
clouds flying free
the rail fence meanders
as trees converse in green
Rising
unveiled
the blue green
river valley morning
The Tree’s Topography
a map of life
the bark divulging
her valleys and mountains
Summer Afternoon
these clouds carry
shade not water
and still we are thankful
Building Blocks
one lone piece
of our river valley
mountains and palisades
Go Slow
on the dirt road
through the greening valley
witness hope unfurling before you
Mist Rise
each valley releases
last night’s cold
into the new day
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
still we need
each other
The Horizon Held Our Sighs
to see anew
our peaceful valley
Side By Side
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
farms and forest prepare themselves
for the demands of winter.