lens of the past
abstracting the present
waves of light and memories
Entheogen
like the leaf and vine
hope and faith entwined
Favorite
loved best
the birch wears
a coat of many colors
Courtship
frost feathers the window
even the cold romances spring
Thread
an icicle pendulum
suspended by a spider’s thread
metronome of sun and clouds
Voyage
a melt, the freeze, then awe
an ocean to cross
to reach the shores of spring
Great Romance
the wind courted snow
and at ten past two
shadow married light
Shatterings
each crack and shattering
revealed new connections
and the permanence of change
Cold Gold
moon dust and magic
feather the window
in fairies’ cold gold
Earth’s Wrinkles
water is the earth’s skin
wrinkled by the cold
marks and ridges telling time
the oldest story ever told
Balance
Oh to be
a snowflake
balanced on a branch
set in place by grace
residing in a sacred place
Heaven’s Call
a call from the divine
rainbow in grey sky
Winter’s Whitewash
brushstrokes hang in the air
as slow snow paints the world white
Whisper
a whisper of winter
a dusting of snow
so long autumn
hello cold
Tableau Vivant
forest tableau
a soft rendering
of November
Fluid
last of the green leaves
make a watery autumn departure
Paradise
bee’s nirvana
a pollen utopia
found in October
Fallen
autumn’s accord
birch branch wears
the shadows of reeds
The Wind Is Monet’s Brush
the changing light
the passage of the season
painted on the canvas of the pond
Kaleidoscope
kalos eidos
beautiful beauty
to be seen
Mapped
the continents
of some brave new world
are mapped upon the leaf
Infinity
a gathering
of dew drops
individuality transcended
Shroud
iris is cloaked
in the spider’s shroud
to be seen again
on their spring resurrection
Run Off
never lost
water always
finds its way home
Boxcar and Branches
The train waits for its green light
as the trees’ buds await sufficient sunlight
Iris
iris the indomitable
sprouts beneath the snow
Sunshine and Blue
immortal spring
emerges
from winter’s vestige
Rest
leaf buds rest
gathering strength
from sunshine and rising sap
Progress
even when still
time moves the wheel
Before Me
I’ve been ready
to be done with winter
and then nature placed
more frozen beauty before my feet