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
I said
slow down a little, enjoy the scenery.
The marsh is marvelous this time of year.
But he paddled furiously on
determined to miss every enjoyment in his path.
Entirety
rain drops into the pond
ripples merge
into the whole.
Direction
Walk the soft path
in the cool water.
It is purpose enough.
Overlooking
The water glitters and shouts as it rushes on
carrying memories of perfection from the freshness of youth.
Age tempers today’s perfection with the acceptance of impermanence
making the glitter more brilliant and the shouting more joyful.
So Blue the Sky
so still the brook.
Look deep into the water
and see heaven.
Water and Wood
Complimentary companions.
Mirrors to each other.
The play of light and dark.
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.
Rush
Mountain water hurries over rocks
searching for the ocean.
Centered
Water flows over and around the boulder.
It is not an obstacle, this is just the way of the path.
Frozen Memory
I dreamed of the marsh in winter
and saw tawny wheat growing in sand as soft as a cloud.
Jacob’s Brook
Pond Side
Dusk sweeps in on a sparrow’s wing.
On The River
Running on the surface of the water, shattering reflections,
before launching themselves into flight.
God’s speed web-footed friends.