Dogs In Conversation


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

Watching Curves


the bridge
the rock wall
the landscape itself

Letting The Light In


through vulnerabilities
we meet each other
and find ourselves

They Stand In Solidarity


the tree trunk curtseys
to the power and durability
of rock and stone

The Old Dame’s Rock Wall


huddled together
against the cold
warm in company

Illumination


lantern by
the flowering tree
beauty is the light

Tight Knit Community


all together
weathering the weather
shoulder to shoulder

The Winter Garden


neither
cold nor dormancy
stills the enchantment

In The White Quietude


like fresh snow
tranquility settled
over everything

On The Terrace By The Connecticut


river rushes by
flowers take
their time

Visit


sit awhile
and listen to
the flowers conversation

Love Bite


entwined
in a violent affair
snakes mate

Rendezvous


perfect beginnings
the early morning
with my sweethearts

Hours of the Flower

blood root’s dawn
answers to the sun’s call
blood root’s noon

Silent Assembly


mysteries gather
in the misty woods
awaiting sunlight’s unveiling

Freed Masonry


the rock wall
grew a monument
to love and loss and living