
First the sap runs, then drum drum drums
drop by drop into the buckets.
Soon to be simmered, then rolling boiled into maple syrup.
Oh that sweet sweet nectar of the mountain.
Paradise
Stand of Birch
Jacob’s Brook
Before Me
Sunbeam
Tundra
Winter Conspiracy
Blue Sky through Pines
Affection
Delicate
Tree Bones
Couples
February Afternoon
The Sound of Color
Grey
Black Bird
Ridge
Beautiful Day
Dormant
Leafless

Black branches against brilliant blue
whispers of clouds wandering by
winter’s silhouette.




























