this morning held everything
each possible
presence and absence
Combinations
The Dance
wanting each moment
to last forever
impatient for what is next
First Hint Of Fall
a quick kiss
by the cool breeze
on the landscape’s cheek
A Place For Togetherness
let’s not let
the picnic bench
be lonely
Call Of The Dappled Path
traverse the shadows
and the light
go greet the unknown
With The Trees
I am nurtured
by the eloquent silence
of the young woods
Mist Rise
each valley releases
last night’s cold
into the new day
august August
the sky
and the garden
moving towards fall
inquisitive finch
what are you
doing here
he wondered
Descendants
a heritage of buildings
barns grow
with the generations
Full Sun
the meadow
bleached by light
wild blooms carry on
Retreat
my soul is swaddled
in green and grey
the universe a comforter
Summer Spot
from the heat of the rock
into the cool depths of the lake
JUMP
Heaven’s Touch
the buttercups
glowing
like gold
Galloping By
in all ways
she came
from the woods
On The Cusp Of A New Day
taking in
the morning
reverie in the meadow
Under The Crabapple In June
this tiny corner
of the world
lush in peacefulness
Growing Season Allegory
full of peaks and valleys
riches and scarcity
and straight lines that wander
Shinrin-yoko
in the light
soaking in the smells and sounds
luxuriate in a forest bath
Morning Light
finds its way
over the rock wall
into the shade garden
Solace
revel in the quietude
with the good companions
of sunshine and shade
The Desires Of Details
the colors of new leaves
and their unfolding shapes
devising a composition of spring
Buddha In The Woods
I visit
to share
the silence
Considerations
curious but skittish
in the fluffy coat of youth
is the garden worth the risk…
How Can It Be
the tree
I’ve only seen from afar
can feel like home
Always Listening
by name or whistle
the call of the wild abandoned
speeding towards the comforts of home
Embrace Of An Old Friend
in cold, windy woods
spring rose up
to greet me
Lonely For Spring
the wind
still has no leaves
to speak with
Systematic Work
the knocking
still echos
from the ground
Slowly On Her Way To Us
it seems it is
the river bend that
brings us spring