past the garden’s edge
the light in the woods
an invitation to more
Into The Woods
A Fleeting Fame
duet of iris
took their moment
in the sun
Mountain Flower
blooming in the woods
for the delight
of trees
Openings
between the heron and the house
morning wanders across the meadow
charming the new day
Winding Path
the finest way to travel
is meandering
making the path as you go
How A Hearth Makes A Home
the woods are our walls
and the floor a carpet of forget-me-nots
we use the sky as ceiling and heaven as the roof
Shadow And Light
in their differences
how they amplify and echo
each other
Near The Beaver Dam
beside the water’s current
a stillness settles on
that savors the day’s tranquility
Magic Carpet
just to stand upon it
you have already ridden
to your fantastical destination
Go Slow
on the dirt road
through the greening valley
witness hope unfurling before you
River Morning
this day’s mysteries
gather in the mist
until divulged by the sun
Filagree Of Spring
each leaf and flower unfurling
a revelation of details and hues
spring in the woods making her masterpiece
And Sometimes
the journey home
is strikingly different
but the destination is the same
The Daring Of Dreams
such grey April skies
some trees barely dare
to dream of leaves
The Marsh Awakens
wind ripples the open water
geese and ducks float by
a heron contemplates a stay
Costume Jewelry
ice makes diamonds
when snow becomes raindrops
the sparkle is of rhinestones
The Woods Still Hold Snow
winter’s grip
of blue cold
loosened by fern fronds
The Long Wait
in the emptiness
of April
gifts of possibility
Obscured It Means More
like the remnants of a sweet dream
just out of reach with waking
glimpses of green
Snow And Sunshine
a warm breeze
spring brushes against my cheek
still snow beneath our feet
Snow Garden
with color subtracted
beauty solely articulated
in line and form
March The Month Of Everything
both snow and ice
with water running free
blue sky and clouds jostling
Delicacies
the snow like
seven minute icing
the tractor frosted
Step Through
the archway a threshold
suspending the invisible veil
between winter and spring
After The Storm
weighted
white blanket
a cover of stillness
Nor’easter
a flurry of falling stars
in blizzard time
there is no night or day
Housing Crunch
treehouse
with an in-law apartment
and rental unit
White River Blue Sky
the sun on snow
we bask like turtles
where we can
For Generations
in the sugar patch
old metal buckets
wearing their hats of snow
Sparkle
morning light
on last night’s
weightless accumulation