Morning light
sings my heart’s song.
Grey
The February forest offers
ten thousand shades of grey,
haven for the mourning dove.
Black Bird
Singing in the tree tops
perched higher than your high note
morning is your muse.
Ridge
Just over the ridge
reside my dreams of Spring.
Leafy trees and blooming things;
the sun’s warm embrace, kisses on my face.
Beautiful Day
A lace of branches
across the painted sky
the world is dressed up
and waiting for time to pass by.
Dormant
Four fallow fields full of snow
hold their place on the mountain side
patiently waiting for Spring to arrive.
Leafless
Black branches against brilliant blue
whispers of clouds wandering by
winter’s silhouette.
Lightening Tree
Immortalized by lightening strike
the tree’s remains are a monument to itself.
Winter’s Light
In this year of little snow
the cold seems to bring edges into focus.
Wayward Donkeys
At the farm of procreation
the girls gather at the fence
their sweet eyes disarming undeserved judgements.
Leaf, Sky, Clouds
Through storms and bright blue bitter cold
tenacity holds the leaf to the stem.
Green Being
The soul of the violet is green
and houses all gradation of color
for it is more interested in particulars than generalities.
Iris
Brown crown in the snow
marker of where the iris grows.
Magnolia in Winter
Your stylish furry jacket protects
your tender fragrant blossoms
from the elements of winter.
Window on Winter
As the cold has settled deep into the ground
stillness has wrapped itself around the house
and both accentuate
the smallest of movements and quietest whispers of the heart.
Hyacinth Octopus
Blossoming tentacles
scent the air
as they search for Spring.
Beauty of Decay
Delicate lines, individual patterns, unique characteristics
these are the traits of spalting,
the mysterious work and beauty of decay.
Neighborly Kindness
In the dark northern countryside
holiday lights remain for much of winter
cheering us on as we drive past.
Passing Storm
In the eye of the storm
you can catch a glimpse of God
watching over you.
Coneflower Repose
As you lie in the snow
the stark beauty of your form and structure
announce themselves to the white, white world.
Cartography
Like lines on a face
bark is the map of a tree’s experience
a testament to the demands of living.
Skyscape
If I could imagine the threshold to heaven
it would appear as did this dawn
with depth and light beyond mortal comprehension.
Lavender Day, Blue Mountain
To stand in the quiet
and witness the beauty and transience of a single moment
expands the soul.
Endurance
Dangling over the hard, frozen river
seedpods dance in the bitter winds of winter;
awaiting their new life flight on the gentle breeze of spring
and planting in soft, fertile ground.
Yellow Tree
A tree of color shouts out into the bright blue night
calling to the night’s first, tiny star
friend, I’ve missed you.
Wreath
Eucalyptus and juniper berries
grace the door for the whole of winter
providing protection and beauty to the house inhabitants.
Morning Moon
Like a sweet dream that lingers
the morning moon spies me through the trees
bestowing well wishes for the day.
Math
The winter term is in session.
The pond provides a lesson in icy geometry.
Winter’s Impressionism
Still life of a winter’s day.
Landscape
Every evening as day departs
the sky reveals a secret
about the passage of time.