Away

in the woods
in the quiet and calm
carry on, carry on

Down The Lane

sunshine
is the address
of Betsy’s house

Savoring The Sunshine

summer has not yet
opened the gate
to fall

The Cup Runneth Over

a carpet of sunshine
unfurls
beneath the azure sky

Now The Light Slants Towards September

shadows grow longer
the birdhouse stands empty
the quiet of fall approaches

Our Spot

I’ll meet you there
when the stars come out
and we’ll name them until dawn

Walk In The Woods

side by side
we round the bend
into the new now

Cyclone Of Color

the wind
picked up the sunset
and spun it into the sky

The Way

gentle path
through the flowering field
the road to happy destiny

By The River In July

thirsty fields
anticipate
some much needed rain

Taking The Day

mother and child
side by side
into the morning mist

They Are Dancing

from the bench
we watch
firefly flowers

Duty

the sentry
guarding the feeder
as dawn wakes the day

She Is Known By A Thousand Names

the infinity
of green
endless variations

The Fields Green

verdantly
spring takes hold
birch raise their chartreuse flag

Navigation

in uncertainty
I can only steer
by faith

The Watcher

seer
of all things
unmasking mysteries

The Woods

still at rest
lichen
the only green

The Garden’s Shape Emerges

spring begins
with a kaleidoscope
of greens

Making Sense Of Things

as I approach
the mist recedes
slow introduction to clarity