Denis M. Garrison

spring forest

bare branches and blossoms

that awkward time

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

plowed fields—

an irrigator sends up

drifting rainbows

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

hidden river

the willows cannot help

but tell

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

frosted maples

blush in the heat

silent sunrise

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

deep night

the barred owl talks

to the moon

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

October rain—

the boulevard paved

in red and gold

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

dangling my feet

in this river once again

a turn of the wheel

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

in fading daylight

farmhands in silhouette

the fragrant hay bales

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

velvet black night

pulsing with frog song

and fireflies

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

ceaseless creaking—

the dry woods moan

in the night wind

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

all day

trickling snow melt—

noisy teapot for company

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

shifting its weight

lake ice booms in the night

the owls applaud

Hidden River by Denis Garrison

sparrows gather

within blue gray smoke

chestnut fragrance

Eight Shades of Blue, Denis Garrison

bits of trellis

deep within its coils—

grandfather's vine

Eight Shades of Blue, Denis Garrison

a tramp in my field

gazes at migrating geese—

so homeless and free

Eight Shades of Blue, Denis Garrison