perched upon
the window screen
then rising into flight
Ice Birds
Crackle And Crack
see the sound
that ice makes
when meeting salted macadam
A Bit Of January Thaw
the field snow thins
river ice recedes
warmer air
passing through trees
Amarylis, Amarylis
generous
benefactress
of January bloom
Ascending
snowflakes climb the trees
each limb a rung
on the ladder back to heaven
The River Tide
the frothing edge
of each wave of cold
etched in ice
Transformation
wearing a coat of white fur
the crabapple now
a Zao snow monster
Sunset In New Snow
the world
freshly brightened
with a lacquer of cold
Secrets
a morse code of snow
dots and dashes
flying past the pine
Blue Barn Door
open wide
like the sky
welcome in the sun
Between
looking through the ice
cross the liminal space
to feel the presence of birch
Water Open And Closed
the river keeps
one eye open
watching trees
Wildflower Storm
a flurry
of flowers
the petals accumulating
The River Curves
motionless
the river wanders
the future and the past
Boutonnière
the night’s lapel
embellished with
a frosty flower
Cold Trees
even the trees
shiver when
it gets below zero
Always Living
despite the lows of cold
the moss and Sempervivum
the brave and hearty Heuchera
keep on and on
The Day Retires
the day packed away
in night’s
dark briefcase
Winter’s Butterflies
winged maple seeds
perched on the branch
fluttering in the wind
Letting Go
the river knows
no need to cling
and offers welcome
to each new way of being
Smiled Upon
winter holds tight to the shadows
but OH the sun, the sun
the saving sun
Transfigurations
a shell without its beach
perhaps part caterpillar part cocoon
or just the hosta leaf
fossilized
Bare Ground Blue Sky
opportunity taken
the farmer feeds
his fallow field
Counterclockwise The Weather Turns
wind and rain
have rinsed my world
autumn’s palette now returned
Blue Sunset
dark clouds
blue with water
preparing to erase the snow
Patience And Perseverance
amongst the snow
a dreaming blossom bud
and hope made manifest
Alone Together
room for thoughts
to wander
between them
Beneath The Watch Of Elders
young pine
in the January snow
so many more years to grow
Dinner Waits
the crabapple tree
set like a table
for the cardinal and cedar waxwings
Morning Stars
night blessed the day
leaving stars
upon the window