When daffodils bloom
spring is a certainty.
Feathers
Under the spell of spring
even trees seems to feather out.
Corn Field
Leafless trees dream
of growing rows in full fields
Magic
The willow’s wands emerge
spinning gold.
Water’s Way
Cold that is no longer snow
makes a mad dash down the brook
rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer.
Mole Hill
Ants don’t question
why mountains appear
they simply climb them.
Frosty Morn
The pond has broken winter’s icy hold
but the land struggles to shrug off the frosty morning cold.
Magic Carpet
Soft enough for fairy feet
a luxuriant moss
carpets the woodlands.
Raptor
A steel bird of prey
scours the landscape
hunting abandoned cars.
Iris in Ice
Winter persists
trying spring’s patience.
April Ice
A storm slides in
and glazes spring
freezing her in motion.
In The Distance
On the far side of the horizon
summer makes her plans for us.
By the Barn
Hoping for riders
mares stroll the paddock
smelling freedom in breeze.
Dearest Pine
offers color all through winter
and presents a profusion of green vitality
in these last heartless days before the blooming of spring.
Songstress
Make your home near mine
and sing your song of joy
at each day’s new breaking.
Spiral Path
Wander outward
ever outward
toward the mysteries beyond.
Sleepy Head
Tousled haired
the field wakes
from winter’s sleep.
Delicate
Branches blush as buds begin to swell.
Subtly color creeps into the landscape.
Sweet Magnolia
The bright blue sky bites with cold.
Buds hunker down waiting for a warmer sun
to shed their fuzzy jackets and unfurl petaled perfection.
Surely
Morning makes its way through bare branches.
Every ray of sun brings us closer to the greening of spring.
Vacancy
A nest awaits
the feathered promise
of new beginnings.
Warrior
The green swords of spring unfurl
winning their duel with winter.
Return
The landscape shifts from white to green.
Ice is no match for the determination of spring.
Estre
They rise
bringing
hope and renewal.
Beneath
A thin blanket of snow covers the pond
concealing the secret lives of fish.
Between
Between the seasons
a quiet pause
as the earth sighs.
Yearning
A weed’s bloom from last fall
feeds my hunger for flowers.
Hanging Around
Winter loiters
in the month of March.
Galapagos Garden
Lichen archipelago
on an ocean of granite.
Melt
As the earth softens
spring finds hospitality
in the primordial offering of mud.