Dreamland

our misty world was soft
and we were free
together

In The Dooryard Of The Birdhouse

the world
bloomed around us
it was enough just to be

Morning Meadow


night is banished
now is
light’s time to play

Cows In The Pasture

however far away
place holders
for a summer’s day

Morning Sun


light bright enough
to rouse
all sleeping seeds

Landscape Tapestry


time’s shuttle
weaving
branches, reeds, weeds

Indecision


last night’s rain
returned us to November
and snow begins again

Goldenrod Gone By


in the cold
old blooms
imitate snow

There Is A Time In November


when right now
comes precisely
into focus

Provisions


as autumn’s color departs
we store its memory
for winter sustenance

Late Meadow


the season’s colors
settling down
to the ground into brown

Two Chairs On The Path


together we sit
and wait for fall’s
parade of color

Afternoon With Cows


we bask
in autumn light
as time floats by

Bones and Softness


fully
inhabited self
contradiction consummated

Meadow Surf


swells of color
summer’s current
these flowering wave sets