in the meadow
tide lines
of seeds
Witnessed By Barn Windows
A House For The Wind
racing in and out
the doors and windows
opened by absence
Wistful Windows
I see a longing
in the barns’ window eyes
unsure if it is theirs or mine
Holding Place Until The Lamps Are Lighted
an insistence
of light within
the gathering grey
Each Part Relies On The Other
straight
stands the chimney
in the wobbly roofed structure
Lurker
there’s Joe-Pye weed
peeking
in the window
Recluse in ClapBoard
shy yellow house
her sun blinded window eyes
squinting through the blooms
Window Panes In The Woods
trunks and branches
from the view
of outside outside
Stained Glass Grass
cathedral windows
on the ground
nature is my church
Shade Garden
each bloom
a beacon
of light
More Light Later But
winter still
is hunkered down
in the dooryard
Panes
red barn
holds a multitude
of views