February Narcissus

winter gazed
upon her own reflection
in the river

Morning Paradox

dawn’s delicacy
the bitter cold

Pink Dawn

the magic
of dreams
still within reach

Into The Blue

a sky so wide
if I lift my arms
will I be able to fly?

Quickly The Mood Of Each Moment Shifts

light and shadow
chase each other
across the landscape

The River In September

the deepening
of green and blue
expands the view

Gathered and Dispersed

the congregation
of monarchs
billows away

The Awakening Day

gentle as
a mother’s kiss
the touch of dawn

Ricochet Of Loveliness

phlox white clouds
the sky echos
the garden’s bloom

Cyclone Of Color

the wind
picked up the sunset
and spun it into the sky

By The River In July

thirsty fields
some much needed rain