Sugared Maple


When fall departed it took its brilliant colors with it.
The fallen leaf bejeweled by winter sparkles on.

Ice Flow


The moment is caught in midstream
like the oak leaf
frozen in time.

Alchemy


The spirit of Maxfield Parish frosted the ground
with a sorbet of oranges, purples and pinks.
A winter elixir that chills fairies’  drinks.

Nature’s Desire


Grass blades grow frost feathers.
Every molecule demanding that their place in the design be realized.
Nature’s desire is to  manifest gloriousness.

Dark before Night


In the winter days darkness comes long before night.
It can seem the sun shines only in the distance
while the cold grabs on tight as a tick.

Batchelor


It’s all in the posture.
Trust me. Just hold steady.
The ladies will float right on up to you.

Reeds


Humble, mighty reed
healer of land and water
sleep sweet in your frozen bed.

Plant Life


Defying winter’s gloom
perfect pink blossoms
are delivered for the New Year.

Granite State


Miles of the great silver rock
have been cut to create the corridor
into and through the Northeast Kingdom.

Snowed In


Fluff the nest and tuck your beak beneath your wing.
Winter has arrived. It is sitting on our perch, dear.

Outlines


Nature traced the line of every branch and limb.
She favors highlights in white.

Layers


The granite layer cake was frosted with snow.
It keep well for several centuries at room temperature.
When the sun often licked off all the icing
the sky simply applied another layer.

Star Dust Stairs


Fairies’ feet make no footprints
in the star dust on the stairs
as they make their way to the heavens.

Rejoice


Glory to God in the highest
and peace on earth,
goodwill toward men.

The Heart of Ice


Hope is the energy that beats the heart.
Light is its manifestation.
Love fills the space in between.

Snake and Bird


In the winter landscape
the snake with his skin of leaves and grass
hunts the water bird.

Winter’s Day


The sky moves as fast as the days are short.
Cold is gathering, gathering, gathering.

Solitude


Alone in the fields
contemplation holds my hand.
Reverence is my path.