suddenly the world obscured
and here becomes
such a close and tiny place
White Out
In Outlines
tracing time
and its
continuous expansion
New England Directions
on the rise
past the shadows longer
than the long driveway
A Touch Of Grace
blooming branch
reaches out for us
bringing beauty closer
Change To Change
winter teeter totters
with rain erasing snow
then back again
Party Line
intermingling conversations
back to the old days
of sharing the line
Winter Encaustic
fixed by cold
and held by ice
summer and autumn’s pigments
News
red orange dawn
announcing
wind and rain
Buoyed By Bulbs
amaryllis bloom
her color breaks
this grey day’s grip
All Is Right
horses snug
in their stables
the barn blanketed with snow
Arrived
this winter’s
first big storm
some of everything
Delight
Indie
the alpaca
catching snow flakes
Squall
the wind picks up
suddenly we
are inside a snow globe
The Day Ends In Hallelujah
a chorus of colors resound
orange echos as pink while
the lemon yellow high note lingers
Seamlessness
around the edges of the morning
the fog reminiscences
with last night
They Stay
leaves devoted to their branch
despite the wind and wilt
it must be love that keeps them there
Winter Nosegay
cyclamen blooms
who knew
they would last and last
The River High
big rain
trees up to their knees in water
the river hungry for land
Green Peace
green needles and ripples
sharing sunlight
in harmony
Quiescent
winter afternoon
stillness shrouds the farm
the dormant season settles on
Change
many are the beginnings
and the sheddings
that escort us into the new
Confections
powdered sugar snow
candies the woods
sweetening a December day
Heaven At Your Feet
reach down
and touch
treetops and the sky
Goldenrod, Golden Sky, Golden Light
everything
touched by the sun
became a treasure
Another Gift
the day ended
by opening
into color and light
Peace Found Us
our miracle came
as the widening blue sky
and shelter of the red barn
The Waterfall In Winter
some of you
never make the full descent
balanced instead on a high wire of cold
Standing In The Heart Of The Meadow
holding space and memories
of the orchard
from long ago
To Thy Own Self
a leaf revealed
in the decomposing bark
spirit endures
The Art On Nature’s Walls
an island of forest flotsam
accumulating mass with cold
the tree its picture frame