To Be Like Rain

droplets
hang on
like hope

Concentration

a potent joy
in the brightness
of crabapples

Clustered

crabapple
congregants
commune

The Sweetened World

everything
generously frosted
in white delight

More Than Plenty

abundance
so great
we see nothing else

Pulse

apples and reeds
winter’s red
heartbeat

When The Skies Open Up

red
dew drops
of crabapple rain

Happen By

colors sang
old songs of joy
for all who happened by

Scalloped Edge of Time

hearts on the mill stone
waiting to be used

Inspiration

amidst bare branches
last year’s crabapples
inspiration for spring blooms

Acceptance

calm can be found
even inside the storm

Appreciation

steadfast as bricks
the crabapples
offer color

In The Rain

shorter days
sweeten
the crabapples