Statuesque

in stone
and petaled forms
a nobility of beauty

Taking The Day

mother and child
side by side
into the morning mist

Spring Morning In The Garden

a feast
of delicacies
for eyes and insects

As the Day Slowly Rises

beneath the surface
the clarity
of dreams persist

She Is Known By A Thousand Names

the infinity
of green
endless variations

You Can (But You Can’t) Fence Me In

the dandelions corralled
but their wishes
cannot be contained

The Fields Green

verdantly
spring takes hold
birch raise their chartreuse flag

Navigation

in uncertainty
I can only steer
by faith

Dogs In Conversation


That’s not six feet.
It feels like six feet.
Well it’s not. It’s three at most.

Dragonfly Wind Chime


the chime sings
the wind’s song
a mountain lullaby

The Garden’s Shape Emerges


spring begins
with a kaleidoscope
of greens

Making Sense Of Things


as I approach
the mist recedes
slow introduction to clarity