constructed by weather
lichen and with branch clapper
chiming with ice
Wind Chime
Fine Lines
traced in snow
the grace and reach
of a leafless tree
Trees’ Desire
in longing for spring
a blooming
of cold
Late Afternoon Flurry
oh to be home
snug in the warm
while winter winters on
Find One In The Other
frost at work
making both
needles and hay
Fresh Snow
a new beginning
all paths
to be made anew
The Forest Made A Snow Maiden
she exalts us
with her one raised limb
as we walk by
In The Midst Of Winter
thank goodness
for the pines and sunlight
whispering of spring
Dressed For The Season
leaves wearing
shawls of
wind knitted snowflakes
Shadow Network
crossing
and connecting
one another
Recognition
mid February in the woods
winter’s eye looked in mine
and winked I do believe
Sound Effects
memories carry
the babble
of the now silent brook
In The Teeth Cracking Cold
winter kept
her claws out
refusing to let go
Geography Of Snow
minor mountains
zig zag
in light and shadow
Valentine
primrose
blooming love
to everyone
Feed The Birds
pinecone’s homage
leaving seeds
looking like feet
Impelled
no prisoner to the cold
impeded and still
the brook runs free
That Space Between
did the first
snowflake know
it was bridging the gap
For Those Who Walked Ahead
we follow your path
and thank you
for making our journey easier
Spot Of Green
in the pale landscape
winter elevates
moss and lichen
Beneath The Snowy Pine
the storm
makes shelter
of itself
A Ripple Of Vision
seeing through
this borrowed view
an echo of sight
Gathering
individuals collecting
protecting
the delicate necessity
Slow Falling
we were inside
the snow globe
looking out
The Wooded Kingdom’s Castle
constructed by decay
each spire a testament
to the sovereignty of being
Held
in the tall woods
I am small
right sized in nature’s palm
Ice And Pine
evergreen
like the light
piercing darkness
Uprightness
in the forest of knowing
amidst the flurries and hurry
trees ~ standing ground
Rest
each flake
found its place
and now all are one
Winter Poet
cattails write
a single line of poetry
on the river’s icy page