Ship Masts In The Meadow

resource to
man and beast
benevolent benefactors: trees

We Gather Near The Hearth As

tiny flakes
of a big snow
fall on our little house

Repeat Repeat

rain removes snow
then develops into sleet
so goes winter: repeat, repeat

Field Colleague


we share a moment
then take off
to our work

The Cup Runneth Over


a carpet of sunshine
unfurls
beneath the azure sky

The Way


gentle path
through the flowering field
the road to happy destiny

One Among Many


each the same
all distinct
as with flowers people

Morning At The Farm

first light caresses
the corn, flowers and barn
blessings of the new day

Morning Meadow


night is banished
now is
light’s time to play

Morning Sun


light bright enough
to rouse
all sleeping seeds

Vicarious Warmth


far off
in the distance
four fields bathe in the sun

Faint Light


the woods
hold onto night
and cast it into a dark day

Becoming One


the temperature rises
snow becomes fog
the universe dissolves into itself

Farmyard Blessings


the trough is full
and the pumpkin pile
is still high

Too Soon To Say Goodbye


like summer
we linger
by the fencepost

Still Life


the river
pauses to admire
the bloom

In April


in earthen beds
beneath another snow
seeds shake off their sleeping caps

Wood Duck Box By The Old Corn Field


the frozen marsh
the fallow field
everything in its time