Snowcaps


The branches wear snow caps,
fluffy hats of cotton white,
at the behest of old man winter.

Sacred Shape


When Buddha and the Madonna met
their spirits left a sacred shape
a touchstone for peace and practice.

Wind and Reeds


The river wears the weather like a skin
a snake skin she sheds from season to season
She slithers into winter, slowly slowed until dormant.

Bambino

The cement child with his faithful squirrel
wears his winter cloths
a cap and shawl of snow.

Hush

Snow covers the land with quiet,
muting the colors of Fall.
Winter’s paintbrush holds a thousand shades of grey.

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