if time itself could be seen
this is how it would appear
stopped and moving all at once
Physics At The Brook’s Edge
Solidarity
secrets shared
between
rocks and ice
Everlasting Ever Changing Unions
stone, water, branch
fallen and frozen, rushing and static
married this winter day
Run Off
snow melt heads
back to to the aquifer
water always finds its way
An Artist At Work
each underwater stroke
ripples the surface
new abstractions of reflections
Mop Of Cold
bent to the river by cold
held to new work by ice
servitude of sweeping
Reaching For Each Other
stepping stones
growing into the whole
of a frozen crossing
Rush
before winter’s cold
stalls the journey
a mad dash to the ocean
In An Instant
a single ray of light
splits the darkness open
an entrance for possibilities
Water Lily Leaving
dissolving into
the primordial soup
that is home to the beginning
Circle Of Life
seeded landscape
declining and proliferating
simultaneously
Harmony
narrative of a perfect afternoon
written by the four parallels of
lines, light, water, rock
Kerplop
silence
is broken
by a watery landing
A Ruse Of Roots
an alligator’s
magnificent jaws
at the ready for capture
The Three Of Me
my reflection
myself, my shadow
like yesterday, today, tomorrow
Lace On The Water
when light
is thread
flowers are doilies
Safe Harbor
anchors down
spirits buoyed
by community
Falling Water
locals call
the swimming hole
before the falls
chutes
Zero And One
nature shows
how much exists
beyond the binary code
Solace At The Green Beach
the river’s ways are
more subtle than the ocean
but as potent a soul salve
Rudder Not Propeller
oh!
the paddle power
of legs
Garden Sea Anemone
the wind
moves like water
raindrops are her capture
The Reflection’s Pen
a morning doodle
zig-zagging
cattails
How Can It Be
the tree
I’ve only seen from afar
can feel like home
Drawn By The Wind And The Light
beneath the waterfall
everything’s in motion
even logs and stones
In Parallel
all the edges softened
blending into one another
flying and floating both
The Trickle, The Flow, The Rush
water knows
a thousand ways
to reach her destination
April Days
when the sky
is fast
and undecided
There Is
no I
in nature
everything evolves from we
The Curvaceousness Of Water
specific
in her direction
indirect in her approach