A wooded path

A walk in the woods

Quiet solitude, soft light

And then a bird chirps

The Fallen

Memorial Day

In service to our Country

A Flag for each one

Last quarter

The moon underscored

By a pulsing white contrail

Just water vapor

Waiting

Waiting for their turn

We all grow at different rates

Be patient you'll bloom

Quiet contemplation

As you go through life

Reflect on where you have been

And where you're going

Reach

Reaching for the sky

Just and overused cliche`

Until you try it

Follow the leader

Follow the leader

As long as conscience allows

Then find the right way

Eye of the storm

Caught in a maelstrom

Of conflicting ideas

Our minds try to cope

Soft curves

Beautiful soft curves

Sharp visual clarity

All found in nature

Tightly wrapped

Iris standing tall

Ready to unfold your wings

Bring your message forth

Cranes

Origami cranes

Tethered to earth forever

Wishing but to fly

Clouds

Puffy white clouds dance

Across a muted blue sky

Is summer close by?

Line up

Everyone line up

Take off your coat, shoes, and belt

Do you feel safer?

Morning dew

Wake to morning dew

Glistening in the soft light

Foretells a clear day

Iris

Goddess of rainbows

Complex and mysterious

Make the liar sleep

Aspire

Reaching for the sky

With sights set for the heavens

A tree blooms again

Broken dreams

The old mill still works

But hasn't been used in years

As with most things old

A Zentangle

Nature's Zentangle

Very complex in design

Only chaos theory

The lunch date

Nothing but choices

Where do we go, what to do

Who we spend time with

Icarus

Blue sky, white hot sun

A great day to go flying

Don't be complacent

Flames

Nature's abstraction

A tree's leaf or a hot flame

Trust your point of view

Inner warmth

Billowing tulips

White as clouds on a spring day

Flame glows from within

The vortex

Into the vortex

You're drawn deeper and deeper

Till you lose yourself

The Watcher

Ever vigilant

As dusk arrives from the East

And night settles in