Fields of snow
are harvested
by the sun and ground.
Reflection
Winter’s still life
dances in the water.
Recovery
With healing
the loss
is finally embraced.
Morning’s Color
heralds hope.
Liquid Leaves
Beneath the flow of melted snow
the leaves colors become fluid.
Birch Ballet in Blue Sky
Graceful limbs sway
exquisitely expressing
the symphony of the wind.
Tree’s Totem
Conjoined the twin trees stand
held in place by spirit
despite death and decay.
January Thaw
Only shadows dare
skate across the pond.
Snow Cones
Golden leaves filled with sparkle
a winter delicacy of the woodland fairies.
Deception
In a topsy turvy world
roots masquerade as branches
and delight in out foxing foxes
Birch Bird Box
with a snow cap hat
waits out winter wishing
for a feathered nest.
Return
The birch lies with lichen and leaves
only to rise again in the next season
as hope eternal, the spring ephemerals.
The Tempest’s Creation
The storm left
sculptures and mysteries
behind.
Capacity
Residing on a single stem
a trinity of spirals
each holding what it can
Winter’s Hatch
From the snow egg
eventually emerges
blues skies and warm days.
Bygone Days
Keeping nothing in and no one out
the wall wanders the mountain
dreaming of open fields and hand plows.
Stoic
The pine never complains
about the weight of the burden
it is asked to carry.
Hoofprint Heart
With each step
a little love
was left behind.
Portrait of a Winter Day
In the stillness
all possibilities
are incubated.
Snow Globe
Grandma Moses snow
floated on the cold
as magic encased us.
Silent Music
In the quiet white of flakes descending
my heart beats in perfect rhythm
with the universe.
Late Afternoon
Shadows are the arms of time
reaching toward twilight.
Teaching Tree
Reshaped by time and weather
my mentor on the mountain
asks me to look deeper and see through.
Slope
Many Mountains
When I know
the shapes in the distance
I know where I am.
Virtuosity
A solitary leaf
exquisitely demonstrates
the art of being.
Retired Workers
Rust may diminish their substance
but their labor has shaped
the land on which they rest.
Hallelujah
The glory
of goodness
surrounds us.
Nearness
You know the divine.
It radiates light and calls you to it.
Sometimes its name is beauty.
Arrival
At the sacred spot
you will reach a delicate fence
of frost frozen flowers.