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
The diving ducks race each other.
Running on the surface of the water, shattering reflections,
before launching themselves into flight.
God’s speed web-footed friends.
Water Fall
A slide of green velvet moss,
a plush pile carpet of leaves,
water carbonated with laughter –
this is the spot where the fairies play.
Run Off
No matter the obstacle,
water always finds its way home.
River View
Tie your daydreams to the dock
and watch the diamond dance of sunshine on water
as summer slides into fall.