I dreamed of the marsh in winter
and saw tawny wheat growing in sand as soft as a cloud.
Two Trees
These trees wear their limbs
like curly haired twins.
Sugaring
First the sap runs, then drum drum drums
drop by drop into the buckets.
Soon to be simmered, then rolling boiled into maple syrup.
Oh that sweet sweet nectar of the mountain.
Paradise
resides right outside my window.
Stand of Birch
Their feet close together
the birch stand shoulder to shoulder
weathering all seasons.
Jacob’s Brook
Before Me
Red flags in a blue sky
reminders to
stop for beauty.
Sunbeam
Illumination comes from above
lighting that which lies within.
Tundra
This winter’s frozen landscape
turns the familiar field into an alien surface
the dark side of the moon.
Winter Conspiracy
Comrades of the cold
the trees and the river share and keep
their secrets of the silent season.
Blue Sky through Pines
The afternoon sky’s hues of blue
momentarily quenched my thirst for Spring.
Affection
The earth smiles
when the field is kissed by the sun.
Delicate
Tree Bones
Weathered by the seasons
bleached by the sun
the bones of the tree remain.
Couples
Two by two
it’s best when your partner
doesn’t look exactly like you.
February Afternoon
Cozy on the couch beneath the quilt
daydreams gather and drift by like the clouds.
The Sound of Color
Morning light
sings my heart’s song.
Grey
The February forest offers
ten thousand shades of grey,
haven for the mourning dove.
Black Bird
Singing in the tree tops
perched higher than your high note
morning is your muse.
Ridge
Just over the ridge
reside my dreams of Spring.
Leafy trees and blooming things;
the sun’s warm embrace, kisses on my face.
Beautiful Day
A lace of branches
across the painted sky
the world is dressed up
and waiting for time to pass by.
Dormant
Four fallow fields full of snow
hold their place on the mountain side
patiently waiting for Spring to arrive.
Leafless
Black branches against brilliant blue
whispers of clouds wandering by
winter’s silhouette.
Lightening Tree
Immortalized by lightening strike
the tree’s remains are a monument to itself.
Winter’s Light
In this year of little snow
the cold seems to bring edges into focus.
Wayward Donkeys
At the farm of procreation
the girls gather at the fence
their sweet eyes disarming undeserved judgements.
Leaf, Sky, Clouds
Through storms and bright blue bitter cold
tenacity holds the leaf to the stem.
Green Being
The soul of the violet is green
and houses all gradation of color
for it is more interested in particulars than generalities.
Iris
Brown crown in the snow
marker of where the iris grows.
Magnolia in Winter
Your stylish furry jacket protects
your tender fragrant blossoms
from the elements of winter.