Should The Feeder Be Empty

beneath it
there is
plenty

Watercolored Woods

thinned by the rain
what remains
intensified by space

View Of The Gate That Does Not Open

look past and beyond
the overgrown and closed
and see all that is

Storm Window

mountains of snow
gather on each pane
showing us this storm’s terrain

Climb A Tree

cross the lake
scale the mountain
touch the sky

Found And Found Again

the truth
of beauty
is always rearranging

First One Bloom Then…

like ripples on a pond
the blooms go on and on

Inward Outlook

deep
in the weeds
perspective is elusive

Time Out

solitary chair
a private perch
for perspective making

Begonia Umbrella

beneath
the begonia leaf
parasol perfection

Perceptions

reflective mood
each perspective
a new understanding

World View

each tiny globe
contained a new perspective
of the world unabridged

Admiration

slowly goes the snail
admiring everything
knowing flowers will wait
to be seen

Scale

a mountain of moss
grew its own forest
altering the dimensions of the world

Entrance

not broken by the places
the world has worn through
new entrances for grace

Discovery

from the river’s surface
the tree looked up at me
delivering heaven at my feet

Sunflowers

beaming in the hot sun
best beheld from the cool
depths of woodland shade

Watercolor

the ripple of birch
a wash of maple, ash and pine
soft autumn seen

Perspective

flowering planet
blooming purple orb
the ant’s north star

Anew, Again

the new season
asks me to see
everything anew again