in the emptiness
of April
gifts of possibility
The Long Wait
Obscured It Means More
like the remnants of a sweet dream
just out of reach with waking
glimpses of green
Penny For Your Thoughts
from far away
I spot you
thinking
Tulips Beginning
an abstraction
of themselves
leaves bloom like petals
On The Far Edge Of Winter
the sky
keeps reminding me
how fast time moves
The Patience Of A Metal Frog
snow may come again
still the garden will emerge
soak up the sun when you can
Snow Blossoms
bloom
with what
you have
Snow And Sunshine
a warm breeze
spring brushes against my cheek
still snow beneath our feet
Good Ideas
why don’t we
hit snooze
one more time
Pillows Of Thought
winter dreams
mounded on rocks
dissipating into day
Snow Garden
with color subtracted
beauty solely articulated
in line and form
Moving Towards Spring
a single drop
circles echo
in sunlight
The Blossom’s Gaze
a bit
of lavender wistfulness
the longing to be outside
March The Month Of Everything
both snow and ice
with water running free
blue sky and clouds jostling
Seen And Seen Again
birch in the sun
are echoed as
icicles in shade
Delicacies
the snow like
seven minute icing
the tractor frosted
Step Through
the archway a threshold
suspending the invisible veil
between winter and spring
Satellite
receiving instructions
from last summer
on future destinations
Take The Cue
snow day
get outside
and play!
After The Storm
weighted
white blanket
a cover of stillness
Nor’easter
a flurry of falling stars
in blizzard time
there is no night or day
Housing Crunch
treehouse
with an in-law apartment
and rental unit
White River Blue Sky
the sun on snow
we bask like turtles
where we can
Imperative
flowers in March
the grocery store
suffices for the garden patch
Still
the climbing vine
suspended in motion
green growth still a dream
Sleepy House
eyelid of ice
the window
half closed
Across The Lake
the deciduous grove
in winter reveals
an intimate topography
Amarylis Did
with her stamens
she motioned me closer
come admire my details
For Generations
in the sugar patch
old metal buckets
wearing their hats of snow
The Long Fence
white posts and rails
stretch farther than memory
fastening the farm in place