the sunset
offers her red prequel
to the blood moon
The Planets In Conversation
Found
another piece
to the puzzle
of life
Two Trees Crossed Like Skis
that secret place
we found
where winter welcomes spring
The Cold Still Bites
the river is running
but winter still
keeps her teeth out
Mabel Reminds Me How
to feel
my right to a place
in the world
Self Sufficiency
the sun reveals
last year’s leaves
nurturing new possibilities
Iris In Winter
a seed head bloom
in black and white
the winter gift of iris
March Teases Us With Spring
one day hinting at spring
then overnight
delivering more winter
Uplifted
joy materialized
as the primrose buds
and blooms
Looking Forward
a little shimmer
of summer
in the snowy sunshine
Trudging
knee deep snow
slows but does not halt
the search for a roost
Marshaled By Blue Sky
in the company
of blue sky and clouds
my strength gathers
Portent Of Spring
as sunlight illuminates
a spot of green
faith restored
Hope On The Horizon
morning silence broken by
the whisperings of
delicate colors
Falling
oh to be
caught and cradled
on the bough of a pine
Blue Is For Summer
blueberry bushes
rosy cheeked
in winter’s cold
Synchronized Ice
I see the sound
of ice birds
murmuration
Winter’s Crosshatch
the river’s dark slash
beneath the mountain’s horizon
weaving through trees
Transcending
sometimes the sky
in all its moving beauty
rescues me from sorrow
Holding Space
summer’s ghost
saving a place
for her corporeal self
When The world Is Gray
summon the bravery
to sing
your song
Sunset Blaze
we warm ourselves
on the coldest days
with the sunset’s blaze
Side By Side
a gathering
of out buildings
constitutes winter community
Two Giraffes
a long way from Zimbabwe
they graze pine tree tops
in the Northeast Kingdom
Protection And Care
the fence line wanders
towards the road
then cutting right
to safeguard the herd
To Brighten The Day
petals like silk
scent of spice
the rose-lipped carnation
Cotton Snow
the landscape
softly swaddled
in a purity of comfort
Asleep Like Bears
three canoes
in hibernation
dreaming of gleeful paddles
Portrait Of A Tree In Winter
a dark stark elegance
cloaks leafless branches
and incubates the unseen green
At The Pond
still waters
slow wandering clouds
I pause to let the peace seep into me