Twenty-seven
Still, a force
A journey into the cloud…
Still, a force
Which is the nature of the cat?
Skipping rocks
Those that see and those that don’t
On nature’s gentle days
We sense calm.
Light holds on, and so do we…
This Thanksgiving Day
I already miss spring…
From my garden, from summer, years ago
A pixie dancing, if you glance quickly
Soil from the ancients
Love or fear?
For life…
A natural wonder
the lovely, lacy fronds of the Junegrass– color: twilight
Master of Flight, an insect of wonder