• Chilled Autumn Mornings
    Gathered Flocks of Sandhill Cranes
    And Ice Veneered Ponds
    , ,

  • Fall Dawn Draws the Sky
    And Fields in Tones of Rising
    Opportunity
    , , ,

  • From Every Marsh and
    Swale Mist Wafts Across the Fields
    On Fall’s Softest Breath
    ,

  • Before Dawn, Stoplights
    Flash, Late August Skies Repeat
    Fall’s Coral Rumors
    , ,

  • Sunrise Pours Like Lava
    Between the Fractured Clouds and
    Roadside Pools Shine Fire
    , , ,

  • This Summer Morning
    Mist Floats In Shadows on the
    Corn, Whispering Fall
    , , ,

  • The Best History
    Is Never Written in the
    Cries of Small Children


  • Raw Time Coursing Through
    Limbs of Trees, Corn Stalks. Green Now
    Tinged Golden Later
    , ,

  • Wheat, A Single Field,
    Among the Corn and Beans, Gold
    Amid Emeralds

  • The White Barn Looks West
    Sunrise Lights Its Broad Back Wall
    Above the Green Fields
    , , ,

  • A Morning Mist Floats
    Among the Trees A Sacred
    Text of Earth and Sky
    , , ,

  • This Winter Morning
    The Sun Rises Through Pale Clouds
    A Gentle Promise
    , ,

  • And Just Before Dawn
    Palest Coral, Soft Blue Grey
    Frozen in the Sky
    , , , ,

  • Across the Cooling
    Marsh, Grassy Plumes Silvering
    In the Sun Lit Breeze
    , , , ,

  • Driving Through Darkness
    Chasing the Immortal Word
    Counting Out Our Days
    ,

  • Sky, Trees, Marsh and Reeds
    All Burnished Red and Umber
    On this Fall Evening
    , , ,

  • A Crescent Moon and
    Pendant Planet Adorn the
    Heart of Predawn Skies
    , ,

  • Just Like That, First Frost,
    Bare Fields, Shorter Days and
    Time’s Passage Revealed
    , ,

  • Molten Sun Rising
    Through Backlit Clouds Casts Shadows
    Far Across the Sky
    , , ,

  • Eastern Skies, Muted
    Grays, Pale Yellows, Smudged Clouds Turn
    Dawn Ambiguous
    , , , , ,

  • Clouds Edged With Gold Leaf
    As if this Day Can’t Decide
    Between Light and Dark
    ,

  • A Rising Sun Shines
    Through the Mist Like a Full Moon
    This Cool Fall Morning
    , , , ,

  • Mist Trails like Perfume
    Through the Tree Tops, Gently Stirred
    By a Rising Sun
    ,

  • Harvest Moon Outshines
    The Pre-Dawn Sky, Horizon
    Pulls the Rushing Clouds

    Away, Away, and
    Away, Clouds’ Gravity Pulls My
    Heart and Mind Away

    I am Awake Now
    And Yet Dreaming of my Past
    And of Our Future

    , , , , ,

  • From Every Marsh and
    Swale Mist Wafts Across the Fields
    Like Fall’s Gentle Breath
    , ,

  • Before Dawn, Stoplights
    Flash, Late August Skies Repeat
    Fall’s Coral Rumors
    ,

  • Sunlight Echoes Like
    Memory Off a Full Moon
    As Ripe Fields Slumber
    , , , ,

  • Shadow and Echoed
    Sunlight Ricochet Across
    A Full Moon Landscape
    , ,

  • Sunrise Pours Like Lava
    Between the Fractured Clouds and
    Roadside Pools Shine Fire
    , ,

  • Summer Moon Gently
    Lays Stripes of Softened Sunlight
    Across My Pillow
    , , ,

  • Dough From My Own Hands
    Fresh Baked, Sliced and Buttered Tastes
    of Generations

    First My Mother’s Bread
    Baked Each Friday, Fragrance Fills
    The House After School

    And My Father’s Rolls,
    Cinnamon and Butter and
    Dough, Fried and Frosted

    And, Like a Story,
    Grandma’s Cookies, Soft, Sweet and
    Rationed, Sneak Cookies

    So My Bread Tastes of
    Generations, Leavened With
    Love and Memory
    , , , , ,

  • One Plus One, A Spark
    Breathes Light and Warmth, Tone and Sense
    Across All These Years
    , , ,

  • This Day, First Things First
    Surprise, Delight, Gratitude
    For Our Connection
    , , ,

  • Walking Long Blocks with
    All The Years Written in Tall
    Trees and Small Houses
    , ,

  • Once, Upon Waking,
    Dreams of Poetry And Owls
    Lingered in Your Eyes
    , , , ,

  • On the Cusp of Spring
    An Arc of Lake Ice Cossets
    Rippling Blue Water
    ,

  • Sunrise as Luscious
    And as Soft And as Tempting
    As a Just Ripe Peach
    ,

  • Wind and Fog Rush By
    Urgent, Unspecified through
    Soft Filtered Sunlight
    , ,

  • Cloud Shadows Racing
    Across Warming Ice as It
    Becomes Blue Water
    , ,
  • equis

    Caught in Nature’s Gaze
    Deep Blue and Deeper Wisdom
    Unspoken but Sure
    ,
  • natures-print

    We are, All of Us
    Marked by Nature’s Print. All Our
    Joys, All Our Sorrows
    , ,

  • In a Winter’s Dawn
    Quiet Beauty, Echoes of
    Earth on its Orbit
    , ,

  • Snow Drifts Like Frozen
    Time and Motion at the End
    Of Wind Swept Furrows
    , ,

  • Winter’s Evening Skies
    Muted Violet Grey, Soft Creams
    Draped on Wind Swept Fields
    , , , , ,

  • A Winter’s Pleasure
    Sun Flares Burn Like Torches in
    Frozen Morning Skies

    , , ,

  • A Maxfield Parrish
    Sunrise Painted in Distance,
    Desire, and Longing
    ,

  • Not Quite Night. Take Flight.
    Watch a Rising Tide of Trees
    Cover The City
    , , ,

  • The Abstract Image – A Prairie Star Studios Exhibit


    Making the Visible
    Seen, Whole Or Just Parts, Color
    And Feel and Essence

    The Abstract Image exhibit page

    ,

  • Just After Sunset
    The Eastern Night Blue Sky Lit
    By an Ivory Moon
    , ,

  • Winter Dawn Glows Pale
    Creams Muted Blues Lit Like An
    Old Dutch Masterpiece
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