spring in her verdant glory
holding position
between the April snows
April Snow
waiting for spring
the empty bench
is filled with snow
Candy
a heavy handed sifting
of a confectioners sugar snow
the woods now candy land
Rush
how fast
the water hurries
chasing after spring
Good Morning In The North Woods
in the misty woods
sleepy eyed and fluffy coated
rising from the deer bed
A Gift Of Hyacinth
we are so glad
you were forced to bloom
now scenting the house with early spring
Rooted Aspirations
like many tiny wings
the fluttering of a flock of leaves
do trees fly in their dreams?
Faith
still beneath the surface of sight
yet distinctly present
leaf buds and spring
Hound In The Woods
a low growl
from the oak stump
warning from the watcher
The Mountain Wears A Kilt
shadows woven
on the snow
in the glen plaid woods
Green Refuge In A Houseplant
petals or leaves
self or shadow
beauty is beauty
After The Big Snow
our four fields are full
a bright blue sky disperses
the now empty clouds
Shrub Chandelier
ice crystals
catching the light
casting it about
Winter’s Way
back to bed
all greening things
beneath this new white blanket
Silence In Black And White
well past midnight
alone in the moonlight
flakes gather into flocking
Flurry In The Woods
winter and spring
how they dance and duel
for dominance
Three Days After The First Day Of Spring
a vestige of autumn
sugared with cold
supine on the green conjuring ground
Lyrics
every leaf and twig
inscribed by light
writing the river bank’s ballad
Leave-taking
nearly translucent
the unveiling of
beauty’s fragility
Still Connected
defining opposition
in relation
to each other
They Covered It With Flowers
discarding bark
beetles carve
a bas-relief
Sacred Is The Sunset
empty trees
making space
for consecrated colors
Attendance
the one thing
always present
is impermanence
Seeking Touch
leaning out
the tree uproots
to reach across the river
River Art
a reflection
of the fluttering
leaves
One Spot Of Snow
post it note
from winter
I’ll be right back
More Then A Leaf
up close
you are a
home grown Rothko
Masquerade
small pruned branch
with fungi cap
mushroom imposter
Mud Season Encroaches
holding on to cold
the pond
an icy island
Reassurance
like an arm around its shoulder
the tree’s shadow
comforted the barn