they banqueted
on the stump
tiny hands shucking pinecones
Squirrel’s Feast Day
Replenishment
thirsty for color
I gulped
the blue sky
So Many Workers Of Joy
we come upon
the elves hat rack
Santa’s workshop must be near
Sanctuary
little church stands between
the old route road and the big woods
with a faith of clapboard and a peace of stained glass
Pink Poinsettia
every time
she’s seen
a smile
Even Grey Days Have Their Golden Light
the sun is found
golden and shining
from the ground
Teaspoon Of Cold
the seasoned season
leaves measuring out
winter’s ingredients
Vigil
candles in the woods
the community of birch
stand by their fallen
Surface Of The Moon
the rabbit
and the old man
disappeared down a Swiss cheese hole
Night Fire
we warm ourselves
on the embers
of the day
Seed Chandelier
it will be spring
that flips the switch
of cosmo lights
Three Lines
the snow, the mist, the clouds
past, present, future
the weather writes a tercet
Protection
barrier to cold
a bowl to hold the sun
oak leaves holding on to green
Like A Goddess
bestowing sweetness
with grace
delicacy belies her strength
Considering The Opposite Shore
the reflection an inversion
or perhaps
the clearer reality
Wild Tundra
roam freely
between the wild
and tamed places
Dance Of Transformation
supple and brittle
dancing on their stems
leaves dervish in the wind
A Litle Help From A Friend
the dear crabapple
lifting up the grey clouds
to let a little light in
December Roses
rosied by cold
snuggled into rocks
a carpet of bloom
In The Sunshine
beneath clouds and blue sky
together and yet singular in purpose
room for everything
First Course
ginko’s fallen leaves
salted with snow
fine dining for deer
The Rocks Discern
remains of the dark night’s flurry
a suggestion of
all that occurs unseen
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Carried
traveling the lines
across a brilliant sky
voices seeking hearts
Forever Reimbursing
the great outdoors
devoted to the enterprise of
feeding the earth for what comes next
Matinee
seedheads star
in a shadow play of summer
produced by winter light
Ways Of Water
still flowing
but slower
still drawing
with sunlight
Berry Beautiful
autumn sets her table
for woodland creatures
with delicious decorations
The Karat And Color Of Birch
gold-beaten by the wind
birch leaves
gild the landscape
Oh To Bloom On
November sun transforms
the frost on the mums
into tears of joy
The Night Sky Is A Closet
the crescent moon
a hanger where
I drape my daydreams