we were inside
the snow globe
looking out
Slow Falling
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
Here
stand in the woods
with the quiet and the white
you are a part of the beauty and the peace
All Sorts And Conditions
in snow and ice
a branch both nude and barked
leaves sheltered and exposed
A Gift Of Vast Proportions
nothing
more precious
than blue sky
Helping Each Other
a fall avoided
caught by
a bystander
Sugared Balsam
the night delivered
a fresh shimmer
to greet the morning
An Arch Of Trees
we recognize this threshold
and step through
to tranquility
Dear Dusty Miller
retrieved from the garden in late October
now on January’s window sill
defying winter with your growth and green
To Taste The Sky
morning began
as a raspberry orange sorbet
prepping my palette for a blueberry day
Below The Beaver Dam
even the stillness
stops
to catch up to itself
Sparkling Wonder
winter’s breath
blessing every twig
bedazzling the landscape
Undaunted
uprooted
but still upright
this is resolve
Reminder
behind the tumult
and darkness
light is seeking us
Whispering Snow
the forest
shares her secrets
with the whispering of snow
Bloom In Profile
amaryllis
every side
her best side
Listen With Your Whole Body
the air itself
will tell you
what lies ahead
Winter Zen
here in this place
breath rests
peace made manifest
When Ice Rhinestones
the eaves
wear
a rainbow
Etching In White
a landscape
drawn in cold
every intricacy captured
Morning Collage
sunrise and cloud
branches and leaves
layered with light
Faith Accumulates
by the river side
I place my prayers
to drift like snow
Rouge
the vixen amaryllis
an enchantment
amidst winter’s white
Finding The Way
the trail disappeared
so we followed
the path of light
Outdoor Play
the snow
like children
climbing trees