Window on Winter


As the cold has settled deep into the ground
stillness has wrapped itself around the house
and both accentuate
the smallest of movements and quietest whispers of the heart.

Beauty of Decay


Delicate lines, individual patterns, unique characteristics
these are the traits of spalting,
the mysterious work and beauty of decay.

Cartography


Like lines on a face
bark is the map of a tree’s experience
a testament to the demands of living.

Skyscape


If I could imagine the threshold to heaven
it would appear as did this dawn
with depth and light beyond mortal comprehension.

Endurance


Dangling over the hard, frozen river
seedpods dance in the bitter winds of winter;
awaiting their new life flight on the gentle breeze of spring
and planting in soft, fertile ground.

Yellow Tree


A tree of color shouts out into the bright blue night
calling to the night’s first, tiny star
friend, I’ve missed you.

Wreath


Eucalyptus and juniper berries
grace the door for the whole of winter
providing protection and beauty to the house inhabitants.

Morning Moon


Like a sweet dream that lingers
the morning moon spies me through the trees
bestowing well wishes for the day.

Math


The winter term is in session.
The pond provides a lesson in icy geometry.

Sugared Maple


When fall departed it took its brilliant colors with it.
The fallen leaf bejeweled by winter sparkles on.

Alchemy


The spirit of Maxfield Parish frosted the ground
with a sorbet of oranges, purples and pinks.
A winter elixir that chills fairies’  drinks.

Nature’s Desire


Grass blades grow frost feathers.
Every molecule demanding that their place in the design be realized.
Nature’s desire is to  manifest gloriousness.

Dark before Night


In the winter days darkness comes long before night.
It can seem the sun shines only in the distance
while the cold grabs on tight as a tick.

Batchelor


It’s all in the posture.
Trust me. Just hold steady.
The ladies will float right on up to you.

Reeds


Humble, mighty reed
healer of land and water
sleep sweet in your frozen bed.

Granite State


Miles of the great silver rock
have been cut to create the corridor
into and through the Northeast Kingdom.

Snowed In


Fluff the nest and tuck your beak beneath your wing.
Winter has arrived. It is sitting on our perch, dear.

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