winter winds
I wonder how many storms
the spruce tree has known
clouds and sky
spruce tree branches
as still as a painting

winter winds
I wonder how many storms
the spruce tree has known
clouds and sky
spruce tree branches
as still as a painting

That I may publish
with the voice of thanksgiving,
and tell of all thy wondrous works.
Psalm 26: 7 (KJV)


many roads
I no longer travel
more poems in the garden
than I could ever write




reading a book
I bought used
some time ago
words that bless
today

study window
trees in shade
and then some light

November sunroom
orange lilies from a store
in the blue vase

time with old friends
poems in a journal
from years ago

evergreens
this year’s growth
in morning light
trimming the stems
of carnations
and giving them
fresh water
October sun
time to read
sun on a page
from the Psalms
