
In silent anticipation
the whole marsh waits for
the grace of the bluebird’s arrival.

Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.

In silent anticipation
the whole marsh waits for
the grace of the bluebird’s arrival.

A certain crispness has crept into the air
and something heavy now weighs on Tom’s mind
a distant worry that has been hunting him.

In the Northeast Kingdom
monarchs flock to the butterfly bush
before their pilgrimage south to sunny Mexico.

This is the deer who knows my soul
and seeks me out to remind me
of the gentleness of wildlife.

In his stillness
the squirrel seeks
to become one with the tree.