in the swirl and blur of confusion
bits of clarity, be they small,
emerge as buoys
A Section Of Branch, Some Floating Lichen
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
Boutonnière
the night’s lapel
embellished with
a frosty flower
Letting Go
the river knows
no need to cling
and offers welcome
to each new way of being
Transfigurations
a shell without its beach
perhaps part caterpillar part cocoon
or just the hosta leaf
fossilized
Morning Stars
night blessed the day
leaving stars
upon the window
Exhalation
the feathered breath
of winter
sighs upon the window
A Fancy Collar Upon The Eaves
in ice and flake
finery added
to the winter day
The Durability Of Change
the habit of the river
to turn again and again
from stillness to movement
Early
before the namesake-d day
the cactus can’t resist
an early gift
Available Openings
the fence of lattice
inviting us to
see through, reach through
Making Sense
amidst inversion and reflection
trees and leaves
still perceived
Orientation
stillness held
in the midst of chaos
reveals the pattern
Bedazzling Bark
extraordinary
in the ordinary
a thing being itself
In Departure Arrival
from the branch
to the ground
and back to the source
Quick Trip
gazing on the mushroom bloom
everything is answered
nothing can be explained
Found
there was a lot of leaving
but some love
stayed behind
A Tailored Day
below pinking-shear leaves
the wind zippering
across the water’s surface
Diamond Dew
fleeting brilliance
these jewels
of water and sunlight