like the night’s dreams
morning mist disperses
until dissolved
No Longer Even A Memory
Self Conscious
left
is my best
side
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
an octopus
reached across
the freezing brook
Cold Curves
bubbles and froth
in a static state
softness solidified
Cold Growth Forest
between
the brook and the branch
grew a forest of ice pines
Freezing Falls
water
still rushing
as the surface solidifies
Shade Upon Shade Of Blue
with my eyes
I wade into the sky
to cleanse and refresh my spirit
Water Wanders
still on the move
the brook meanders
through the woods
Repeat Repeat
rain removes snow
then develops into sleet
so goes winter: repeat, repeat
Feeding The Lake
new rain rushes
to quench the thirst
of the drought-ed lake
Turbulence
despite
wind and current
we travel together
The Waterfall Late November
part frozen
part motion
perfection
Atop The Rock
alone
while together
with everything
Gentle Mountains
rounded shoulders
of time
guide the river
Still Green
in the morning sun
turning
frost into dew
David Hockney’s Water
deep in the woods
in the small brook
his paint brush paints
The River
I let
the current carry
all my worry away
Still Life
vibrancy
and demise
juxtaposed by light
Side By Side
through the heart
of the valley
travels the river and train
Morningside
residing
in the shadow play
heron starts his day