the rolling mountains
are green with grass and flowers
in California
— 4/3/10 – 134
shaded shadows on the dappled lawn
convey a canvas of deepening green
as cool breezes kiss the growing grass
and whisper the return of spring
— 3/29/10 – 128
beneath a stretching violet sky
the setting sun brings evening nigh
the clouds burnt orange in crimson fashion
set fire the heavens and the passion
inside me as i awestruck behold
the flaming majesty pictured…
raindrops on daffodils
and sunshine bright
while little girls laugh
and giggle for sight
of furry little animals
dressed up in white
— 3/4/10 – 100
its a golden hour, a flitting flower
and it blooms in the morning light
then takes off on a merry flight
til landing softly on the heather
it makes a song of the fine fine…
the cold cast of moonlight
fell on the frozen ground
bright light and pale shadow
in stark and bitter relief
— 2/24/10 – 92
the drizzle of rain was heard
outside my bedroom window
soft water falling softly on the world
heralding life and spring to follow
— 2/21/10 – 89
a pale sky looms above your head
cold winds blow against your face
the silence of dreams echo loudly
and doubt beats against your will
yet you stand with your feet set
and defiant you…
soft sunset light falling golden, a tree lined horizon dappled in colors pink, red and orange, till fading the sun falls beneath the distant curve of the earth and all is cloaked in gloaming.
ah winter, my dear sullen mistress
with your gray moods and windy days
will you not look kindly on my face
and listen softly of thy grace
till all is well and you displace
with…
Eastern Gartersnake (thamnophis sirtalis sirtalis) found in Great Falls National Park
the bare not barren trees
wrestle with the whipping wind
and the bustle is brisk, the cold sharp
as winters grey skies threaten rain
go my brother,
where the wind blows to dance on the prairie steppes
and feel the wind whip across the frosted tundra
see my brother,
the jungle steam rise through the terraced trees
and…
what flies against the distant lee
in the meadow by the bay
who waits beyond the great oak tree
with hair like fire and eyes dark grey
smell the evening fresh like clover
sitting…