the marsh
enveloped in
stillness and shadow
A Cold Quiet Descends
By And By
white birch
reaching for
the polka dot sky
Bear’s Binoculars
dropped
at the sighting
of this winter’s den
Layers
the birch sheds
her bark cocoon
revelation after revelation
Face Of The Fallen Log
surprise
at the softness
of the pine needle landing
Summer Sun
a string of white lights
bellflowers reaching
for the sun
Shadow Play
the forest tells
her ancient stories
with the shadow puppetry of leaves
A Section Of Branch, Some Floating Lichen
in the swirl and blur of confusion
bits of clarity, be they small,
emerge as buoys
Caretakers
wise ones
these three birch
overseeing season’s change
Portent Of Spring
as sunlight illuminates
a spot of green
faith restored
Hope On The Horizon
morning silence broken by
the whisperings of
delicate colors
Between
looking through the ice
cross the liminal space
to feel the presence of birch
All As It Should Be
berries in tranquility
content against
the sky’s faint blue
Settling On, Settling In
the river still runs
but the cold has dug
its fingers in the ground
Wait Together
fog has made
the world small
but still big enough
Like A Goddess
bestowing sweetness
with grace
delicacy belies her strength
A Litle Help From A Friend
the dear crabapple
lifting up the grey clouds
to let a little light in
Trunks Of Knowledge
where the birch are gathered
they talk amongst themselves
sharing the wisdom of their society
Seen And Seen Again
birch in the sun
are echoed as
icicles in shade
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