My summer garden
Romaine lettuce straight and tall -
Friends come to my gate
rolling flightless cloud
beyond the waking sun's eye
paints the land silver
Blazing scarlet sun
sinks behind brush fire of clouds,
consumes winter day.
last summer's beech leaves
hang tough in the heavy snow -
they're stubborn that way
five inches of snow
enough to hide the debris
walks don't clear themselves
pale translucent arc
prism light in a sun-rain sky
beautiful your lies
iced pond, heron poised
silver gleams through cracked surface
frozen dinner served
Dolphin surfer girl
Intimate sea connection
Makes each wave her own
crisp cool air blowing
colored leaves snap between toes
autumn imminent
The sound of the sea
Poetry to my psyche
Siren's song to soul
Wind on a mountain
whips snow high into piles
toppling time beneath.
cloudless winter sky
shimmering sun points on snow
sculpted rabbit tracks
smiling summer falls
autumnal leaves pale and pass
weary winter springs
Winter where we are
Brings a steady wash of rain
Nobody complains
farewell to winter-
old trees adorn new garments
spring's ribbons of light
four squirrels running
playing in frosty new snow
silence after storm
Lepidoptera
flying on gossamer wings
nature's work of art
My seventy third
Christmas under a real tree
Toys in the attic
clear autumnal sky
glowing sliver-crescent moon
Venus shines beside
From ice skimmed waters
Mists rise, fusing earth with sky
Under splintered moon
smoking in the rain
up on the old Ford tractor...
hating the thunder
Dead trees darkened skies
Winter silhouettes invert
Sparklers in July
three days, two spring snows:
jays and crows put pride aside
at the bird feeder
random shapes of clouds
imaginative sky art
- masterpieces, all
A white flag of foam
Waves far into the distance
Yielding sun to sea
Trees are whispering
a song of pure solitude
on a winter day.
With easel and paints
the sun paints a sky picture
a new born rainbow.
The odd crooked tree
In society's forest
Is the living soul
steady rise and fall
ocean seems to be breathing
as if it's alive
damp-blackened branches
flooded woods brimming with drink
death rot sharp, blooming
Snow on a full moon;
The bare branches click lightly
And then all is still.
Traveling I look-
up! Leaves swaying, wind blowing,
Upon my red cheeks!
stack-stone flower box
summer's lease drifting away -
first crisp yellow leaf
sunshine beaten grass
longsweating mass of labor
softly river run
fallen maple leaf
cradled in her tiny hand
autumn lullaby
As the mountain snow
shrouds the meadow, God whispers,
be still and listen.