on still water
geese convene
at the heron nest
Mill Stone
without her sister stone
she is but a gentle guide
The Path
humble muddy beginnings
give rise to the feat of floating
August Pond
autumn whispers
on the wind
casting seeds
amidst the greens
Breath
a frog jumps
the pond breathes
in ripples
Still Waters
wind ripples
the lake’s still waters
and depth of life
Sail Away
a shimmer of sunlight
the kiss of the breeze
and cares sail away
Run Off
never lost
water always
finds its way home
The Mallards
morning constitutional
around the still pond
beneath the leafing trees
Rush
late to meet the river
eager for the ocean’s embrace
snow melt hurries
Unexpected Company
uninvited
the sparrow arrives
at the wood duck’s door
Seepage
long river
creeps over her banks
occupying low lying fields
Transformation’s Design
ice shows
the stop and go
of spring edging in
Lingering
baubles above the brook
just out of deer’s reach
last year’s apples
Broken
the laughter of the running brook
breaks the silence of snow
Travel
shadows and sunlight
travel
the still river
Jacob’s Brook
water runs to the long river
singing the final refrains of its song
before it is silenced by winter
Deep Shadows
river rocks
wear fall’s colors
Water Iris
petals cascade
a liquid lavender blue
the bloom – a fountain
Familiar Stranger
A goose glides around the pond
keeping company with its reflection.
Brilliance
Not to be outdone by spring’s flowery display
the stream flashes her diamonds in the midday sun.
Water’s Way
Cold that is no longer snow
makes a mad dash down the brook
rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer.
Holding to Stones
Water
the giver
of life.
Singing
Melting snow gives voice
to the brook’s song of spring.
Metamorphosis
The freezing pond
becomes a verdant marble.
Flow
Water rushes past snow.
Nature refuses containment.
Liquid Leaves
Beneath the flow of melted snow
the leaves colors become fluid.
River Run
Sunlight skates
atop the river
gliding on the cold
Winter’s Approach
Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.
Opening
the entrance to the marsh
calls
be part of the peacefulness