in the rush of change
the only way to become oriented
is to surrender to transformation
Stirring
the water swam
as shadows danced
the past nourishing the present
Running Brook
still running
the brook flees
winter’s hold
Adjourned
seconds suspended
the frozen motion
of time on ice
A Hush
snow fell
like the earth’s sighs
quieting all concerns
Slumber
december glooming
dark light on the marsh
this is where shadows sleep
Portrait of the Pond
patiently she sits
subtly shifting moods
captured but never contained
Whispers
the colors are
a whisper now
winter’s quiet inches in
Vibrations
attune attention
to the frequency
of nature’s beauty
The Golden One
every limb’s gesture
was an encouragement
to joy
Wise Waters
water knows
pulls and turns
are the way of life
Mystique
animating stillness
personifying patience
seer, seeker, soothsayer
Expansion
as the marsh
whispered her secrets
the water spun light into gold
Old Friend
watching you
stillness settles into me
as the universe unfolds
Tiny House
brood boxes
parked marsh side
for fall’s final forage
Dreams
the landscape dreams
in wisps of mist
and mystery
Kasco
rising
into flight
spirit casting shadow
In the Shelter Of A Tree
eavesdropping
on the conversation
between the water and the rain
Relativity
in the velocity of observation
it is the small that gives
grandeur to the larger
Pace
corners are for bustle
curves and bends
are where I like to wander
Below the Surface
in the still beneath
rain is a caress
water’s breath
Talisman
heron in the morning light
blesses the unfolding future
Preen
gloat worthy primping
much more than being clean
this attention to attractiveness
Paradox
uncertainty embraced
calm ensues
amidst chaos
Message in the Mirror
reflection reveals
how things are
rooted in light
Underworld
bottoms up
five dive
down
Source
lift and push
servant and master
well be the well
Afloat
lilies rose
the water bloomed
hope floats
Immersion
within
the depths
of bloom
Mossy Logs and Pollywogs
the verdant pond
green soup of life