In the open space
dreams collect like clouds
creating my horizon.
Metamorphosis
The freezing pond
becomes a verdant marble.
Ikebana
Arranged by the Great Spirit
everything in nature
embodies balance and harmony.
Wardrobe
Dressed in shadows and light
effortlessly trees wear
every moment of every season.
Sharing Solitude
The owl gazed
into my soul
and left me whole
Adornment
Bright berries
dress up
dowdy winter days.
Fortitude
With only its curvature telling its story
a tree rights itself against unseen forces.
Flow
Water rushes past snow.
Nature refuses containment.
Jamboree
friends of the flock
fly in from afar
determined to attend
the winter wingding
Winter’s Crop
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.