the current
evading
cold’s hold
Still Open
The Snow Abstracted
an icing
of snowflakes
time suspended
The River And The Wildflower
movement kept
within
the stillness
End Of The Rainbow
colors gathered
on the ripples
in the light
The Brook Kaleidoscopes
the water, light and movement
an invitation to slip inside
the flow of things
The Work Of Leaves
clean the air
nourish blooms and insects
replenish the soil
rest and return
Dreaming Goldenrod
sunshine to be picked
and put in a vase
sunshine a brush
painting the water
At The Edge Of Sleep
a dream
passed by
in the blue and pink sky
Contemplating The Leaf
repetitions
of line
how intricacies expand
Orchid Abstract Macro
shimmering
with the substance and structure
of life’s fragile tenacity
Abstract On Leaf
the leaf a living canvas
of shape and form
color and texture
Flow
precisely
in the present moment
grass intrinsically motivated by water
To Sing The Colors Of Spring
the peepers of spring’s color
are the frogs
waking in the vernal pools
singing the song of frondescentia
Love Prevails
a few berry kisses
waited out the winter
to welcome us into spring
Dreaming Green
the leaves and moss
the water and silt
an endless becoming
Bubbles Become Ripples
like the pooled rain
in the newly starting grass
we are both
passing through and a part of each other
Changed But Still Open
to flow
like water over rock
through heartbreak and hardship
A Section Of Branch, Some Floating Lichen
in the swirl and blur of confusion
bits of clarity, be they small,
emerge as buoys
March Mixer
raindrops in snow
atop the mulching leaves
entwined with the tenacity of grass
Inspiration
to bend but remain upright
to break but not be broken
the heroics of a leaf
The River Is A Rainbow
throwing colors
and hopefulness
across the landscape
Found
another piece
to the puzzle
of life
Synchronized Ice
I see the sound
of ice birds
murmuration
The Waltz
fine snow and the wind
gliding together
on the river dance floor
Life Stilled
movement
arrested mid-move
perfected by a blue sky
Bronzed Leaf
contemplating
curves and curls
kissed by the bronzing sun
Time Abstracted
within in the flow
it wrinkles and bunches
but always eventually
untangles itself
Crackle And Crack
see the sound
that ice makes
when meeting salted macadam
The River Tide
the frothing edge
of each wave of cold
etched in ice
Between
looking through the ice
cross the liminal space
to feel the presence of birch