Ridge


Just over the ridge
reside my dreams of Spring.
Leafy trees and blooming things;
the sun’s warm embrace,  kisses on my face.

Resting Fields

The days grow shorter, the land lays dormant.
Rest is essential to creation.
Winter will gestate Spring.

Blackberry Lilly

Your seed dazzle like ripened fruit
but your delicious bounty will be blossoms.
A feast for the eyes come spring.

Birdhouse

The babies have feathered and flown.
It is time to wing to the South.
Your house holds the echo of your song,
and awaits your return in the spring.