sometimes the sky
in all its moving beauty
rescues me from sorrow
Transcending
Holding Space
summer’s ghost
saving a place
for her corporeal self
When The world Is Gray
summon the bravery
to sing
your song
Sunset Blaze
we warm ourselves
on the coldest days
with the sunset’s blaze
Side By Side
a gathering
of out buildings
constitutes winter community
Two Giraffes
a long way from Zimbabwe
they graze pine tree tops
in the Northeast Kingdom
Protection And Care
the fence line wanders
towards the road
then cutting right
to safeguard the herd
To Brighten The Day
petals like silk
scent of spice
the rose-lipped carnation
Cotton Snow
the landscape
softly swaddled
in a purity of comfort
Asleep Like Bears
three canoes
in hibernation
dreaming of gleeful paddles
Portrait Of A Tree In Winter
a dark stark elegance
cloaks leafless branches
and incubates the unseen green
At The Pond
still waters
slow wandering clouds
I pause to let the peace seep into me
Like Icicles
suspended by
a tenacity
of hope and faith
Port In The Storm
our porch perch
is piled with snow
we are snug inside
Bequeathed By The Sun
vast beauty
blankets the world
the divine is at work
Reassurance
the moon, good friend
reminding me
the darkness will not hold
Primary Network
the landscape
an elaborate system
sharing data and social connections
Parable Of The Winter Woods
some leaves remain
amidst the snow
how hard it is
the letting go
With Less, More
white and grays and blues
the ground and branch and sky
expressing winter’s intricate simplicities
To Be Held
embraced
without distortion
protected and cherished
Homeward Sky
sunset radiances
light a corridor
to heaven
The Waltz
fine snow and the wind
gliding together
on the river dance floor
Life Stilled
movement
arrested mid-move
perfected by a blue sky
Morning Greeting
each day
the first friends I see
four fields across the way
Bronzed Leaf
contemplating
curves and curls
kissed by the bronzing sun
Yankee Thrift In The Granite State
fence posts of
granite and tree trunks
we use what we have
February Dandelions
perennial hope
winter wished
for yellow blooms
Nature Writer
the dog tromps and romps
her tracks leave
a story of joy
Time Abstracted
within in the flow
it wrinkles and bunches
but always eventually
untangles itself
Crystal Clear Quiet
day departed tenderly
a gentle blush of sky
whispering goodbye