The sky moves as fast as the days are short.
Cold is gathering, gathering, gathering.
the embers of the day
melt away into grey.
My artist eye refuses to see
just lichen and rock.
No. This a celestial flowering.
Alone in the fields
contemplation holds my hand.
Reverence is my path.
The ice erases
the sky and trees
as it creeps across the pond.
The forest’s berber
is a durable oak.
The colors of hope are lavender and peach.
As the snow falls outside
the pinks continue to blossom
in their sunny window.
The river moans
as ice begins to creep from bank to bank
silencing it for the winter.
Pads of paws
on snowy steps
a herringbone design.
In the rock wall
resides the landscape
of the moon.
The branches wear snow caps,
fluffy hats of cotton white,
at the behest of old man winter.
When Buddha and the Madonna met
their spirits left a sacred shape
a touchstone for peace and practice.
The river wears the weather like a skin
a snake skin she sheds from season to season
She slithers into winter, slowly slowed until dormant.
bursts with blooms
her Christmas joy.
With a blanket of hay
the garden is tucked in for the winter,
snug as a bug.
Mother Nature decorates the pines with garlands of vines.
Naked branches await
their winter coats of white.
The forest has already begun decorating.
Steel and oak.
Strength at rest.
Endurance is often silent.
In the quiet of the valley
farms and forest prepare themselves
for the demands of winter.
After the leaves are gone
lichen paints the forest green.
A frozen wave encircles the dormer window.
The tube can be ridden from inside the house
until it is dissolved by the sun.
Morning began with a light pink sky so delicate
it could never suggest the evening it brought
and its intensity of red and orange.
Gently comes the new day.
Powder sugar frosted pine.
The cement child with his faithful squirrel
wears his winter cloths
a cap and shawl of snow.
Snow covers the land with quiet,
muting the colors of Fall.
Winter’s paintbrush holds a thousand shades of grey.
We are safe beneath the peaks and eves
as cold gathers in the big grey sky.