petals or leaves
self or shadow
beauty is beauty
Green Refuge In A Houseplant
After The Big Snow
our four fields are full
a bright blue sky disperses
the now empty clouds
Shrub Chandelier
ice crystals
catching the light
casting it about
Winter’s Way
back to bed
all greening things
beneath this new white blanket
Silence In Black And White
well past midnight
alone in the moonlight
flakes gather into flocking
Flurry In The Woods
winter and spring
how they dance and duel
for dominance
Three Days After The First Day Of Spring
a vestige of autumn
sugared with cold
supine on the green conjuring ground
Lyrics
every leaf and twig
inscribed by light
writing the river bank’s ballad
Leave-taking
nearly translucent
the unveiling of
beauty’s fragility
Still Connected
defining opposition
in relation
to each other
They Covered It With Flowers
discarding bark
beetles carve
a bas-relief
Sacred Is The Sunset
empty trees
making space
for consecrated colors
Attendance
the one thing
always present
is impermanence
Seeking Touch
leaning out
the tree uproots
to reach across the river
River Art
a reflection
of the fluttering
leaves
One Spot Of Snow
post it note
from winter
I’ll be right back
More Then A Leaf
up close
you are a
home grown Rothko
Masquerade
small pruned branch
with fungi cap
mushroom imposter
Mud Season Encroaches
holding on to cold
the pond
an icy island
Reassurance
like an arm around its shoulder
the tree’s shadow
comforted the barn
Bloom Tone
amaryllis in
contralto voice
serenade for spring
Speeding Home
with a whistle
the call of the wild forgotten
the call of cookies and the couch answered
Faux Mock
the mock orange
mocks again in winter
this time blossoms of snow
Marvel
an icy lace
melting and magnifying
making a mosaic of Monday
Detailed
everything seems more of itself
with the way the snow
clings and reveals
After The Thaw
winter tried starting over
reglazing the pond with ice
and sprinkling grandma Moses flakes
Shy Sky
the day ended so softly
I almost missed the kiss
that was her parting blush
If Winter Was An Ocean
the meadow a beach
and the snow tide recedes
storm sets form on the horizon
Sometimes
change demands
breaking apart and disappearances
to miraculously reveal a new whole
Pieces
the barn became a puzzle
with weather and time taking pieces
waiting for hammer and saw to replace them