
Maryland
(water)
Ocean's Reach

Reaching out to where the water meets the sky,
The blue horizon that sways steadily at the ends of the Earth,
Dissappearing before you both can meet...
Bridal Pedals

At the end of the aisle she waits,
Letting the sun adorn her pedals while all the grapevines watch,
Waiting to walk up and show him how beautiful she can be...
Spring Jetty

The dock sits patiently through the water's rush,
Time's tides lift him up and set him down,
As he remains a steady force through the waves...
Eternal Gravity

The rising and falling of the whitewater's tides,
Grown in the shadow of greater turbulence,
Of water kept in eternal gravity...
Pastel Potomac

Fall colors hide behind morning fog,
Before the sun reaches out to reveal Autumn warmth,
Across the Potomac...
Stony Bridge

A stony bridge can overlook the evidence,
Of summer heat and winter chill,
As the last of the stream trickles away...
Only to return the year over,
Hidden rocks exposed from months past,
Later to be drowned by the melt of the newfallen snow...

Eden Mill

Evening's twig flows along the river,
Cascading down the water dappled slope,
Sent in care of a gentle dam...
First Light

The elegance of first light on the water,
Seen reflected in the eyes of the hills,
Who's grace meets the dawn first each morning...
Deities of Summertime

As life begins to cloud like an oil painting,
We reflect on simple sand and surf,
Deities of Summertime...

Apple Picking
Passing through endless columns of trees
Like some infinite ancient Roman building
Made of green, red, and yellow
I stop every once in a while
To test out the labor of each
And rate its taste
If there weren't so many
I might feel bad about chucking each unfinished apple
Above the reaches of the top leaves and beyond
My studies give me a variety of data
That lead to the best species
And force me to stay with one tree in particular
Taller than the rest, but reaching down
As if to invite me up to its most precious fruit
The best tasting apples always lie at the top
And so climbing up branch by branch
While leaves swing and mark my face
I get distracted by the many shining treasures
Surprised when suddenly my head pops out the top
I cling to the top limb, overlooking the sea of leafy orchards
Like the captain on his mast, ready to keep exploring
But not before one more bite...