in February
only snow
ascends the hay ladder
Stillness Settles On
Daydream Of Spring
with this blue sky
those raindrops
may bloom into flowers
Which Way
no right way
straight or meandering
still arriving at the same place
Winter Is A Spider
weaving with cold
leaving an icy web
to catch the days upon
Time’s Vision
the barn’s
one empty window
an all seeing eye
Calligraphy Of Leaves
the story of summer
written in winter
told by the fall
This Morning Didn’t Rise
some winter days
never seem to wake
they dream through to the next night
Pink Birch
all across the landscape
in frills of paper bark
my favorite valentine
A River Seal Revealed
sniffing the air
perched on the birch stump
surprise visit from a fin-footed friend
This Season’s Thinness
a winter lean of snow
the ribs of old corn rows
still visible
Solidarity
secrets shared
between
rocks and ice
Holding Place Until The Lamps Are Lighted
an insistence
of light within
the gathering grey
The Buddha Sits
neither chasing
nor evading
what is
All Those Times Of Reaching Out
each one mattered
even now
with the limbs foreshortened
Come Home Soon
watching for the neighbor’s light
their curl of chimney smoke
to feel so not alone
February’s Gate
ready to swing wide open
for any and all
kinds of kindness and love
Woodland Expression
shadows and the softness
given by distance
deliver an abstracted woods
Altitude Of Blue
the sky sharing
some of her repertoire
illustrating infinity
Through The Window
the view
enhances my outlook
on all the comforts of inside
Moss And Snow
seeming strange bedfellows
yet nestled sweetly together
companions during winter’s long sleep
The Sky Sighs Snow
quiet
falls down and piles up
manifesting the white depth of solitude
Just Two
all that is needed
that other one
to inhabit the world with
Resounding
when the tall tall pine
holds onto snow
I see the echo of every Christmas
Far Away And High
insistently
you knock
drawing my eye
Flow
I long
to take life’s curves
as gracefully as the winter brook
Sneaking By
there below the terrace
the elusive metal heron
keeping thoughts of summer alive
Everlasting Ever Changing Unions
stone, water, branch
fallen and frozen, rushing and static
married this winter day
Sensing What Is Beyond Sight
like Mabel
the woods call to me too
beckoning with mysteries and solace
What The Lantern Occasioned
a light
without light
is how memory is made
Morning Accessorized
the overnight rain
then plummeting degrees
made for us a string of pearls