the garden appeared empty
but beauty sought
is beauty found
First Glance
Dormant Birdhouse
empty and still
faith holds the space
for new beginnings
Turns
gathered wheels
rest and compare
their many many miles
Apple Corps De Ballet
trees on point
the sun slowly spins
their shadow pirouettes
Winter Morning
the sun’s been up awhile
but beneath winter’s blanket
the landscape still slumbers
The Beholder
petals long gone
I still see
you blooming
Snow Day
winter waiting
on the swing
for play time
Technique
sun and wind
paint the landscape
the weather sgrafitto
Juxtaposition
the surety of sharp lines
tempered by
the grace of curves
Finery
the window dressing
in a flourish
of feathers
Four Degrees Is Not Too Cold For Fairies
with a breeze and some sun
a generous
pixie dust distribution ensues
Come Along
ground bound
my spirit soars
in tandem with their flight
Accumulation
snowflakes on tippy toes
the lighter they are
the higher they stack
Reveal
in the fog of snow and cold
the spirit of the woods
comes closer
White Out
suddenly the world obscured
and here becomes
such a close and tiny place
In Outlines
tracing time
and its
continuous expansion
New England Directions
on the rise
past the shadows longer
than the long driveway
A Touch Of Grace
blooming branch
reaches out for us
bringing beauty closer
Fellow Travellers
halted in the black ice
comfort in company
patience in the journey
Change To Change
winter teeter totters
with rain erasing snow
then back again
Party Line
intermingling conversations
back to the old days
of sharing the line
Winter Encaustic
fixed by cold
and held by ice
summer and autumn’s pigments
News
red orange dawn
announcing
wind and rain
Buoyed By Bulbs
amaryllis bloom
her color breaks
this grey day’s grip
All Is Right
horses snug
in their stables
the barn blanketed with snow
Arrived
this winter’s
first big storm
some of everything
Delight
Indie
the alpaca
catching snow flakes
Squall
the wind picks up
suddenly we
are inside a snow globe
The Day Ends In Hallelujah
a chorus of colors resound
orange echos as pink while
the lemon yellow high note lingers
Seamlessness
around the edges of the morning
the fog reminiscences
with last night