ready to swing wide open
for any and all
kinds of kindness and love
February’s Gate
Woodland Expression
shadows and the softness
given by distance
deliver an abstracted woods
Altitude Of Blue
the sky sharing
some of her repertoire
illustrating infinity
Through The Window
the view
enhances my outlook
on all the comforts of inside
Moss And Snow
seeming strange bedfellows
yet nestled sweetly together
companions during winter’s long sleep
The Sky Sighs Snow
quiet
falls down and piles up
manifesting the white depth of solitude
Just Two
all that is needed
that other one
to inhabit the world with
Resounding
when the tall tall pine
holds onto snow
I see the echo of every Christmas
Far Away And High
insistently
you knock
drawing my eye
Flow
I long
to take life’s curves
as gracefully as the winter brook
Sneaking By
there below the terrace
the elusive metal heron
keeping thoughts of summer alive
Everlasting Ever Changing Unions
stone, water, branch
fallen and frozen, rushing and static
married this winter day
Sensing What Is Beyond Sight
like Mabel
the woods call to me too
beckoning with mysteries and solace
What The Lantern Occasioned
a light
without light
is how memory is made
Morning Accessorized
the overnight rain
then plummeting degrees
made for us a string of pearls
Run Off
snow melt heads
back to to the aquifer
water always finds its way
Oh To Be
full of light
and flourishing
in the dead of winter
Vacillating Temperatures
winter wavers warm and cold
mimicking the wobble
of the old garden fence
An Artist At Work
each underwater stroke
ripples the surface
new abstractions of reflections
This Tree
still waving goodbye
to the trains
that no longer cross the trestle
Cousin It
out in the woods
without your bowler hat or glasses
how will you find your way home?
The Road Home
etched in memory
our tracks in the snow
the hug of each curve
The Form Of Emptiness
first there was something
that is now
gone
The Day’s Philanthropy
a generous sunset
giving the colors
of a rainbow
Made On The Maple
each texture
a distinct form of life
together creating a new universe
Never An Admission Fee
there could be
no better museum
than a tree
Finding Flowers
dried by time
soaked by winter
and still blooming
Secrets Of The Feathered Fellowship
on gray days
being in community
creates its own kind of sunlight
At The Boundary We Will Know We Have Met
even in the solitary woods
someone cared
to make good neighbors
A Tenacity Of Delicacy
thrown to the ground
by a punishing wind
intricacies undaunted