bee balm bloom
by the blue door
a kind of coat of arms
The Estate
Welcoming Spring
kitchen sink
window sill
orchid bloom
February Dandelions
perennial hope
winter wished
for yellow blooms
Ice Birds
perched upon
the window screen
then rising into flight
Rise Of The Sun
colors of the new day
press against
the bedroom screen
Reassurance
like an arm around its shoulder
the tree’s shadow
comforted the barn
Waking Dream
morning came
but my dreamscape
lingered on the window
Nite Nite
turning down the bed
the pink and blue sunset
whispers sweet dreams
Finery
the window dressing
in a flourish
of feathers
The Gourd And Squash
sharing dreams comprised
of pies and side dishes
seeds sleeping in the fertile earth
The World Upside Down
when the ground is where the sky belongs
and you find yourself on the inside looking out
balance, daring and sticky toes will set the world right
The Blossom’s Gaze
a bit
of lavender wistfulness
the longing to be outside
Sleepy House
eyelid of ice
the window
half closed
Spring Dream
new life
hatched and feathered
in sunshine and blue sky
The Playhouse In The Pines
March is a time
of being between things
watching winter through the sun porch window
My Orange Sun
warming me
with color
on these gray days
Apparitions Of Spring
like garden ghosts
leaves appear
upon the icy window
Time’s Vision
the barn’s
one empty window
an all seeing eye
Through The Window
the view
enhances my outlook
on all the comforts of inside
January Thaw
a window into coexistence
the ice and mud
dried leaf and green grass
Perspective
the shingles
fooled my eye
the window told it straight
Arched Window
outside the church
red leaves and red brick
join in prayer
Dress Up
poised by the window
in her shimmering succulent cape
begonia as a rosebud
The Missing Windowpane
if handled very tenderly
absence can sometimes make a space
for sweetness to enter
Leading By Example
from the window ledge
the heralding
of spring
Winter Is A Spider
the web
she weaves
is a dense tapestry
Dandelion Ice
old man winter puffs
and ice flies
like dandelion fluff
Visions
miniature world
on the window pane
cold grows a forest
In The Morning
stars
from the holy night
linger
They Remember Youth
the old rose
and the old barn
share an elegance of aging