amidst
the black and white
the green of things
It Wasn’t Grey
The Durability Of Change
the habit of the river
to turn again and again
from stillness to movement
The Beholder
petals long gone
I still see
you blooming
Solidarity
secrets shared
between
rocks and ice
All The Pieces Of The World
gathered
on to
granite
The Petunia Looking Back
a piercing
green eye
Midnight Snack
Cay
an island
on thin ice
asylum for sunshine
Perfection Realized
to see her
cup the sunlight
in her perfect petals
Still Held
we wait
for winter
to release her grasp
Apparition
wandering
between the trees
the ghost of light
Darkness Softened
the black and white
of night snow
in moonlight
Tail Feathers
peacock’s
plumage blooms
fans on the window
Wings
the hope
of flight
not without effort
Reminiscences
hollow in the old tree
holding memories
of yesterdays
The Privileged
we watch
winter’s demanding dramatics
from inside our warm havens
Trimming
the eaves
wear a tatting of ice
fastened by a shuttle of cold
Rising
the landscape yawns
winter’s breath
rises from the mountains
Countenance
joy’s gesture
expressive limbs
welcoming winter
Unseen Seen
it was revealed
the intricate web
connecting everything
Creation
amidst snow
and fading light
the river abstracted
Holding Up The Sky
snow sky
held high by
December morning’s tree
Becoming One Another
the icing pond
receiving rain
so many ways to be
Held
beneath the bark
one birch’s dark night
held sacred by the grove
Iceland
February grew
trees of ice
a forest of cold
Austerity
sharp edged
cold etches
light into dark
Iddy-umpty
morse code of winter
dots and dash of ice
arctic opus written in cold
To Thine Own Self
each inclined
toward truth in self
such freedoms in the field
Constellation
starry night
upon the ground
astronomy on earth
Tentative
first snow
a little shy
to be dropping by
