Morning’s Song

voices raised
in joyous praise
birds greet the day

When Wandering

from afar
a tiny star
can lead us home

Columbine Consecration

garden prayers
in the morning light
a flowering devotion

Buried Bench

blue morning
snow up to the seat
spring stirs beneath

The Explorers

emerging from their rock wall den
into the bright morning light
and hunting lessons

Sunrise on the Oxbow

black and white
morning light
darkness in retreat


Standing in the quiet of the field
in the gentle morning light
the mountain range rests in soft clouds
all is as it should be.