many are the beginnings
and the sheddings
that escort us into the new
Change
Confections
powdered sugar snow
candies the woods
sweetening a December day
Heaven At Your Feet
reach down
and touch
treetops and the sky
Goldenrod, Golden Sky, Golden Light
everything
touched by the sun
became a treasure
Another Gift
the day ended
by opening
into color and light
Rendezvous
berries like a lover
on the loose
leaving kisses everywhere
Peace Found Us
our miracle came
as the widening blue sky
and shelter of the red barn
The Waterfall In Winter
some of you
never make the full descent
balanced instead on a high wire of cold
Standing In The Heart Of The Meadow
holding space and memories
of the orchard
from long ago
To Thy Own Self
a leaf revealed
in the decomposing bark
spirit endures
The Art On Nature’s Walls
an island of forest flotsam
accumulating mass with cold
the tree its picture frame
Squirrel’s Feast Day
they banqueted
on the stump
tiny hands shucking pinecones
Apples, Oak, Birch
like wise men
each with their offering
fruit, leaves, bark
Replenishment
thirsty for color
I gulped
the blue sky
So Many Workers Of Joy
we come upon
the elves hat rack
Santa’s workshop must be near
Sanctuary
little church stands between
the old route road and the big woods
with a faith of clapboard and a peace of stained glass
Pink Poinsettia
every time
she’s seen
a smile
Even Grey Days Have Their Golden Light
the sun is found
golden and shining
from the ground
Teaspoon Of Cold
the seasoned season
leaves measuring out
winter’s ingredients
Vigil
candles in the woods
the community of birch
stand by their fallen
Surface Of The Moon
the rabbit
and the old man
disappeared down a Swiss cheese hole
Night Fire
we warm ourselves
on the embers
of the day
Seed Chandelier
it will be spring
that flips the switch
of cosmo lights
Three Lines
the snow, the mist, the clouds
past, present, future
the weather writes a tercet
Protection
barrier to cold
a bowl to hold the sun
oak leaves holding on to green
Like A Goddess
bestowing sweetness
with grace
delicacy belies her strength
Considering The Opposite Shore
the reflection an inversion
or perhaps
the clearer reality
Wild Tundra
roam freely
between the wild
and tamed places
Dance Of Transformation
supple and brittle
dancing on their stems
leaves dervish in the wind
A Litle Help From A Friend
the dear crabapple
lifting up the grey clouds
to let a little light in