hold your dreams
as tenderly as
the leaf cradles snow
Persist
Sunflower Fence
the barn remembers
smiling yellow faces
heads now bent with snow
Those Little Spots Of Red
a sprinkling
of cheerfulness
the berry adorned landscape
Early
before the namesake-d day
the cactus can’t resist
an early gift
A Sliver Is Enough
the storm recedes
the moon appears
a hook for hope
Congregating Calm
quiet fell
the garden hushed
enters into camaraderie with solitude
Fragile Blue
winter day
a robin’s egg sky
nests in the trees
Winter Is A Queen Of White
everything touched
with her scepter of cold
commanded to dazzle and glisten
Warmth
the air now crisped with cold
some leaves still hold color
they warm my shivering heart
Magnolia Bees
abuzz in December sunshine
the blossom hive swarms
in the afternoon light
To Be Counted On
morning is a certainty
the colors of her sky
an eternal mystery
Available Openings
the fence of lattice
inviting us to
see through, reach through
The Approach
off in the distance
winter is a train loaded with cold
closing the miles between us
Red Stocking
hosiery for faires
who must decide
for fashion or for gifts
To Choose Gratitude
thank you for the first snow
thank you for shelter from the cold
thank you for the few remaining leaves
thank you for the company of trees
Making Sense
amidst inversion and reflection
trees and leaves
still perceived
Clouds Above The Palisades
sunshine spotlights
the bluff face
as day dips into shadow
Touch
the fingerprints of trees
after tracing the sky
leaves caress the ground
Sunset Cinder
we savor the day’s embers
as November night
shutters the afternoon
Orientation
stillness held
in the midst of chaos
reveals the pattern
Settling On, Settling In
the river still runs
but the cold has dug
its fingers in the ground
Fly Away Home
the seeds are feathered
and ready to fledge
on the nest north wind
So Many Goodbyes
to the leaves, colors and blossoms
a tender farewell to each
until we meet again
Lit From Within
in the last days
brighter and more precise
than in all the previous living
Conversation Wanders
our feet
in the leaves
do all the talking now
From The Past The Future
shadow of the hollyhock’s
gift wrapped seeds
ghost of summer, prophet of spring
Wistful Windows
I see a longing
in the barns’ window eyes
unsure if it is theirs or mine
Bedazzling Bark
extraordinary
in the ordinary
a thing being itself
The Old Orchard
abiding change
resolute in bearing fruit
apples in community
The Entry Is The Horn
the stairs
a cornucopia
abundance on Beacon Hill