along with snow
dreams keep gathering
as the birds begin to sing
eventually, eventually spring
Drifts Drift
Love Prevails
a few berry kisses
waited out the winter
to welcome us into spring
Waiting
long line of cattails
standing patiently in the cue
for spring
One Of Those Two In Love
Mrs. Mourning Dove
assumes her post
awaiting his return
February Garden
the bench
takes a sun bath
while imagining green
Alfresco
without reservation
the table waits for
our laughter and crumbs
Waiting
raindrops
holding on
to this moment
Keeping Company
the garden shed
and branch bench
share the wait for spring
All The Pumpkins
holding their breath
hoping to make it
to thanksgiving
Two Chairs On The Path
together we sit
and wait for fall’s
parade of color
To Be Chosen
flowers await
their moment
in the sun
Still Held
we wait
for winter
to release her grasp
Taking Turns
summer lingers
in the field
autumn at the fencepost
Vigil
in April’s grey
holding vigil
for the sun
Narnia
white hooded woods
await
their queen
The Bench In Solitude
wind
rests on the bench
waiting for direction
Veil
lacy ice curtain
veils the dark woods
both awaiting the sun’s revelation
Haven
shelter in the rhododendron
waiting out winter
alongside flower buds
Waiting Red Canoe
her reflection swims
a memory
of last summer’s youth
Eager to Work
stalled by a cold snap
the red rake
by the arbor waits
Steps to Change
in the woods
the corner waited
to be turned
Hiatus
at the edge of memory
red kayaks wait
on the ready
On the Stoop
black cat and pink pumpkin
wait for halloween’s
ringing of the doorbell
Invitation
the whole wide world awaits
outside the garden gate
Preparation
mended fence
the paddock waits
for green grass and grazing
In The Interval
the birch
wears feathers
while waiting for leaves
Resurrection
the ground begins
to make itself
known again
Trio
waiting for the cornfield to be mowed
bovine beauties bask
in the last of Indian summer’s sun
Augury
shade foreshadows winter
waiting in the wings of fall
Potent
tiny deadly maiden
outstretched arms
await her prey