The Petunia Looking Back

deep inside
a piercing
green eye

Beneath The Wise Gaze Of The Pines By The Barn

during shorter days
amidst longer shadows
we ready for winter

Here We Are

looking
for you
you found me

Unity

branch mirrors
the horse’s shape
all is one

Gazing into Eternity

thoughtful
wise eye
sees beyond

The Look

breath held
drawing strength from stillness
mother eyes the giant intruder