Flowers From My Beloved

the sky
blossoms
into night

Red Canoes Huddle In The Protection Of The Pines

as cold gathers
at the marsh’s edge
and starts to fill the sky

Dark Drapes

colors
descended upon us
closing the curtain of night

Looking Into The Light

even sunflowers
need
some shade

Watching The Clouds Parade

this rightful place
at river’s edge
near summer’s end

Joy And Sorrow

the dark and light
that passes through
our blue days

Seen From Above

heaven’s clouds recognize
the tiny speck
as the church’s steeple