my reflection
myself, my shadow
like yesterday, today, tomorrow
The Three Of Me
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
Water Wanders Through The Seasons
recent snow
on old ice pack
the brook fast with melt
Invisible Threads
the glittering
of sunlight
snagged on the river
The Season’s Joie De Vivre
rising to the surface
that particular effervescence
of spring
Reverence
bowed to winter
seeing past reflection
into the future
Mysterious Waters
was that
the last of summer
swirling on the surface?
Boardwalk In The Marsh
the walk
itself
is the destination
Beneath The Waterfall
mix of froth and leaves
mild mannered
maelstrom
Cascade
the rock and the water
fallen and falling
counterpart and counterpoint
The Abandoned Ball
No, you’re bigger
you
should’ve swum out for it.
The Pieces Of Perfection Converged
this gorgeous afternoon
time itself
glittered
Rain On The Windshield
the tide
came in
from the sky
Enigmatic Mist
mysteries
of the season change
secrets of transformation
The River The Sunlight And Wind
painted an abstract
capturing
the whole of life
No Longer Even A Memory
like the night’s dreams
morning mist disperses
until dissolved