Shadow of the hay
In the warm morning sunshine;
The breeze is gentle.

Happy woodpecker
Hammers beyond the shadows;
Birds fly back and forth.









Shoots of onion grass
Pop up along the road's side
Flavoring the spring.

At the bare lawn's edge
A volleyball sits waiting;
Shadows dance around.

Pickup trucks race by
Making up for winter's sleep;
End of solitude.









Sparkling in the woods:
Hidden patch of snow remains;
Above, loud geese honk.

Little yellow dots--
Now, flowers are closed up tight
Waiting for the sun.









Yellow morning light;
Pine needles glisten brightly;
Dogs bark stupidly.

Sunlight Through the Pines

Kids laughing, shouting;
Cow bobs its head and scratches;
Birds sing in the sun.









There is a stillness;
Even the stream is subdued;
The sunshine whispers.

One drop of water
On the forsythia's tip;
Behind it, a bud.

Fuzzy on the road--
Slow caterpillar crosses,
Casts a small shadow.










Sunlight through the pines;
A car raises clouds of dust--
Everything settles.












It came from nowhere:
Bright little yellow flower
Facing the sunset.

Man, woman and dog--
Three shadows walk ahead
And we walk behind.

The Reign of Moss

Lone dove on a wire--
Shadow against a gray sky--
Snow has disappeared.

There is no sunlight,
Just a gray cool cloudiness;
Green moss in the stream.









At the branches' tips
Tiny buds begin to swell;
They are most patient.










A soggy brown path
Winds wetly into the woods;
Crows caw high above.









The moss covered log
Greener in the wake of snow
Melts into the earth.









It's the reign of moss
Bursting green from winter white--
Herald of the Spring.












The sun peeks out;
Stream sparkles for an instant
Then reflects the clouds.









Green water plants thrive
Drinking in the rushing stream;
Sway with the current.

Snow Clouds and Tree Creatures

Snow is in the air;
The sun is nowhere in sight;
Lights glow in dark barn.







Pine cones dot the banks
Like mysterious long turds
Left by a weird dog.

A car races by;
Robins sweep across the field
Like receding waves.












Car and truck headlights
Bring Halloween glow in March;
Two fenced in dogs bark.

Racing round the bend
School bus followed by two cars;
Were they ever here?

Voices from the clouds--
A flock of geese pass over,
Move from left to right.

Winding wooden snake
Curls its way up the tree trunk.
Does it feed at night?












Wrapped in lover's hug
Tree trunks entwine each other
(Till death do them part.)

Moss, Ice and Shadows

Rooster is crowing;
Wheelbarrow upside down;
Thin ice on the pond.

White house through the trees
Looks out on the empty field--
No robins pecking.








Icicles return
To hang over rushing stream;
The seasons see saw.

The moss covered lawn
Softens the cold sharp shadows.
An icy wind blows.








Near standing dead tree
A log melts into the earth,
Slowly and gently.

Woodpecker hammers;
Today it's frozen insects.
He keeps on drilling.

Snow is retreating
But the freeze of winter stays.
Sun sparkles on stream.










On the old gray rock
A green forest grows wildly--
Miracle of moss.









The two baby goats
Cavort outside the warm barn.
Nannys watch closely.

A soft gray morning;
Two men chatting hear the barn;
Sun tries to peek out.

Smoke behind the barn;
Doors open, machines humming--
Preparing for spring.









Daffodils budding;
Crocuses peek their heads out--
Hastened by humans.

The first shelf fungus
Appears on tree like magic
As if from nowhere.










Small yellow buds
On the tips of the branches;
The moss seems greener.

The dead leaves tremble;
Now they seem ready to fall--
Waiting all winter.

The old king tree stump
Crowned by moss instead of snow
Attended by fir trees.









Last year's shelf fungi
Lies at the base of the tree;
Make way for the new.

New green leaves spring out
Balanced on slender branches--
The first pioneers.

New green leaves spring out
Balanced on slender branches--
The first pioneers.

Snow is almost gone;
Man kneels in the empty field;
Garlic is coming.