Tundra

This winter’s frozen landscape
turns the familiar field into an alien surface
the dark side of the moon.

Delicate


Queen Anne’s tiny petals are a memory
but her fragile beauty remains
lingering in the empty space.


Grey


The February forest offers
ten thousand shades of grey,
haven for the mourning dove.

Ridge


Just over the ridge
reside my dreams of Spring.
Leafy trees and blooming things;
the sun’s warm embrace,  kisses on my face.

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.

Green Being


The soul of the violet is green
and houses all gradation of color
for it is more interested in particulars than generalities.

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.

Beauty of Decay


Delicate lines, individual patterns, unique characteristics
these are the traits of spalting,
the mysterious work and beauty of decay.

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