foggy morning
the sundial waits
for the sun
Patience
The Gourd And Squash
sharing dreams comprised
of pies and side dishes
seeds sleeping in the fertile earth
The Hollyhock Reserved
the bloom demures from view
what trust and courage it must take
to reveal the source of your enigmatic state
Morning Seats
we watch the day rise
and let the shadows lengthen
time is abundant among us
How Else Can We Dream?
this barn with a picture window
it seems even tractors need
a room with a view
Striking Poses
so many sides to you
each new view
a revelation
Delicacies
the snow like
seven minute icing
the tractor frosted
Across The Lake
the deciduous grove
in winter reveals
an intimate topography
Through The Window
the view
enhances my outlook
on all the comforts of inside
Levels of Landscapes
here is where
the ants stop
and admire the view
A Cairn’s Mountain View
the memories
of memorials
holding human history
Summer Took Me By The Hand
and stretched before me
verdant, tender, true
as the great green meadow
For Insects
once each year
some trees
bloom blue
The Chairs’ View
sit awhile
and watch spring
wander over
Through The Pines
light streams
across the lake
over the faint mountain vista
Window Panes In The Woods
trunks and branches
from the view
of outside outside
Not Moved
in the tumult
mountains remind me
the endurance of truth
A View Of Winter
iris pods
peer over
the wobbly fence
The Horizon Held Our Sighs
we climbed
to see anew
our peaceful valley
The Yard In Autumn
leaves and light
rest
on the lawn
Quickly The Mood Of Each Moment Shifts
light and shadow
chase each other
across the landscape
Away
in the woods
in the quiet and calm
carry on, carry on
The River In September
the deepening
of green and blue
expands the view
View Of The Gate That Does Not Open
look past and beyond
the overgrown and closed
and see all that is
Statuesque
in stone
and petaled forms
a nobility of beauty
Vicarious Warmth
far off
in the distance
four fields bathe in the sun
Storm Window
mountains of snow
gather on each pane
showing us this storm’s terrain
The Colors Whisper Now
and each
falling leaf
opens a new view
Borrowed View
flowering frame
a passageway
into the garden’s delights
The Garden Bench
in morning shade
watching
a summer day unfold