wander along the waning meadow
beside busy insects gathering
and seeds scattering
The Still Green Path
The Overlook
mornings are meant
for wandering
and wondering
The Goings Of September
we wander the waning meadow
stopping to marvel
at every remaining bloom
Winter’s Wandering Path
a smidge of snow
the glittering cold
many storms still to go
The River Bend’s Instruction
when turning corners
take your time
to wander is the way
Water Wanders Through The Seasons
recent snow
on old ice pack
the brook fast with melt
You Are Here
the big birch
our reference point
from which to wander
Wander The Garden
the spirit restores
finding the space of place
along gracious paths
Water Wanders
still on the move
the brook meanders
through the woods
The Way
gentle path
through the flowering field
the road to happy destiny
Small Dog Big World
the place between
the call of the wild
and being called home
Wander
down by the vernal pool
where the big mushrooms
grow
Friendly Conversation
greetings
from the tulips
as the violets wander by
Permission
as ice gives its form to water
permission is granted to wander
Outsiders
leaves wander
outside the fence
of their beloved mountain
Pace
corners are for bustle
curves and bends
are where I like to wander
Tributary
a white path
wanders the woods
the creek in winter
Wanderers
like shooting stars
milkweed travels
on wishes and hope
Spiral Path
Wander outward
ever outward
toward the mysteries beyond.
Wanderer
At the edge of the apple grove the spring comes above ground
and wanders across the meadow laughing in delight at the change of season.