left
is my best
side
Self Conscious
The Reeds Swear Sovereignty
late summer
wears a crown of wood
nobility of trees
Perspicacity
beneath waterlily clouds
the heron contemplates
elusive perceptions
Water’s Geometry
a point drops
and races into a line
to become a circle
Comfort
the web of life
seen and unseen
always holding us together
Water Cairns
stone memories
commemorating place
in the passage of time
At Once Twice Seen
water lily’s
doppelgänger
pierces the pond
Ducks Readying For Diving
opening the pond by
pecking away
the frozen edges
Flow
this is the texture
of time
passing by
Some Of Everything
the stillness
and the movement
the decomposing and the growing
Breaking Free
verdant with spring
the brook rushes
toward sunlight
One Wise Knot Hole Eye
reached across
the freezing brook
Cold Curves
in a static state
softness solidified
Cold Growth Forest
the brook and the branch
grew a forest of ice pines
Freezing Falls
still rushing
as the surface solidifies
Shade Upon Shade Of Blue
I wade into the sky
to cleanse and refresh my spirit
Water Wanders
the brook meanders
through the woods
Repeat Repeat
then develops into sleet
so goes winter: repeat, repeat
Feeding The Lake
to quench the thirst
of the drought-ed lake
Turbulence
wind and current
we travel together
The Waterfall Late November
part motion
perfection
Atop The Rock
while together
with everything
Gentle Mountains
of time
guide the river
Still Green
turning
frost into dew
David Hockney’s Water
in the small brook
his paint brush paints
The River
the current carry
all my worry away
Still Life
and demise
juxtaposed by light
Side By Side
of the valley
travels the river and train
Morningside
residing
in the shadow play
heron starts his day
The River In September
the deepening
of green and blue
expands the view
