Homeward Bound

water’s purpose
to be ever
rushing home

On The Terrace By The Connecticut

river rushes by
flowers take
their time

Rush

months of stillness
liberated by
the freeing sun

Merger

in the current of cattails
ripples of blossoms
as meadow melds with water

Fluid

in the rush of change
the only way to become oriented
is to surrender to transformation

Wind

fast moving sky
the world rushes by
a leaf holds tight to home

En Masse

a pink cascade
rushes over
rocks