birch in the sun
are echoed as
icicles in shade
Seen And Seen Again
Why Not?
I don’t see how
it hurts the birds
to have them share
Pink Birch
all across the landscape
in frills of paper bark
my favorite valentine
A River Seal Revealed
sniffing the air
perched on the birch stump
surprise visit from a fin-footed friend
Woodland Expression
shadows and the softness
given by distance
deliver an abstracted woods
The Season’s Fashion
the myriad ways
winter wears white
in snow and ice, birch and cloud
A Bit Of Green
in a world
gone nearly brown
a clutch of fern is found
Early Winter Abstraction
morning’s bright sun
has turned the roof ice to lace
the still colorful world peeks through
Being Found
nocturnal friend’s
afternoon visit delivers
a message of hope
That Old Master
autumn light
painting memories
on the landscape
Considerations
curious but skittish
in the fluffy coat of youth
is the garden worth the risk…
Levels of Landscapes
here is where
the ants stop
and admire the view
Systematic Work
the knocking
still echos
from the ground
To Be Known But Never Sold
birch wears
a barcode made
of papered pastels
Your Name Is Your Badge
a single red feather
atop your tail
announces who you are
Embraced
cradled by oak leaves
the birch branch begins
her return to earth
Approaching The Precipice Of Spring
the barns and fields
still sleep
the river is the early riser
A Home
in the protection of decay
the more humble
the more precious
Four Fields In The Morning
sleepy seed heads
sleeping in
beneath blankets of snow
Self Propelled
the birch’s ruffles
don’t need the wind
to flutter
You Are Here
the big birch
our reference point
from which to wander
Birch Family
together enduring
the winter wind’s pruning
cleaved unto each other
Splendor
the saintly birch
in her golden halo
luminous in blue
Sweet Rise
early morning
in the bloom
innocence’ caress
Conversation Between Seasons
a stand of white birch
call back
to the snow capped mountain
The Pond Opened For Song
opening ceremony
the joyful croaking chorus
of peepers peeping
Some Of Everything
the stillness
and the movement
the decomposing and the growing
Bird In Birch
beneath you
I marvel at
your tiny magnificence
Of Moss And Lichen
hints
of green
foreshadowing spring
The Two Of Us
you in the tree
me in the house
both navigating winter