the knocking
still echos
from the ground
Systematic Work
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
held in spring’s
caress of innocence
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
of green
foreshadowing spring
The Two Of Us
me in the house
both navigating winter
Monochrome
not even the light
offers light
February Narcissus
upon her own reflection
in the river
One Way To Mark Your Place In Time
we are on the other side
and a new year begins
White Shadow
the storm’s
white shadow lingers
Hiding In The Woods
camouflages
every tree as white birch
The Four Of Them
a family of birch
homesteads
Apple Tree Offering
heavy with ripeness
presenting gifts
A Marriage Of Maple And Birch
and yet
together
Another Gift Freely Given
a generous benefactor
the forest’s shade
on a hot summer day
Arrival
came
two by two
The Fields Green
spring takes hold
birch raise their chartreuse flag
So Thin The Veil
this grove of birch
a clutch of ghosts
the other realm is near
