each branch adorned
with a delicate extravagance
of twig made lace
Titivated Trees
Wind Chime
constructed by weather
lichen and with branch clapper
chiming with ice
Shell And Shield
second skin
shimmering armour
of ice
A Puzzel Of Snow
each piece
fit into place
bordering branch and air
Branch With Berries
holding snow
like a breath
to be exhaled
The Source
impossible to know
illumination
or glow
Every Filament Alive
each catkins’ antenna
receiving the news
the time is now
Oh April
we are so weary of your cold
but still attempt to admire
your shivering beauty
A Section Of Branch, Some Floating Lichen
in the swirl and blur of confusion
bits of clarity, be they small,
emerge as buoys
The Wind’s Flute
the woodpecker fashioned
tone and note holes
so the weather could sing
White Admiral
her visit
a blessing of
the horse hair nest
Raku Of Lichen
the sun
a kiln for
a crackled branch
Elegance
a flowering baton
conducting the first notes
of the symphony of spring
How To Strut In Place
like a peacock
pussy willow fans
its fuzzy plumage
Masquerade
small pruned branch
with fungi cap
mushroom imposter
They Stay
leaves devoted to their branch
despite the wind and wilt
it must be love that keeps them there
Bearded Branch
dressed up for halloween
or did old man winter
get snagged on a branch?
Promise
on the broken branch
in the ice
verdant thriving
Physics At The Brook’s Edge
if time itself could be seen
this is how it would appear
stopped and moving all at once
Daydream Of Spring
with this blue sky
those raindrops
may bloom into flowers
Everlasting Ever Changing Unions
stone, water, branch
fallen and frozen, rushing and static
married this winter day
Cousin It
out in the woods
without your bowler hat or glasses
how will you find your way home?
A Tenacity Of Delicacy
thrown to the ground
by a punishing wind
intricacies undaunted
Mop Of Cold
bent to the river by cold
held to new work by ice
servitude of sweeping
How It Comes
barely noticeable at first
the white outline gathering
on every branch and blade
Stillness
the lichen
and the leaves
find their autumnal repose
inquisitive finch
what are you
doing here
he wondered
Buds In Blue
infinitesimal the progress
towards spring
until the sudden unfurling
Sparkler
deep green
in the fresh snow
casting sparks of life
Abundance Inspired Appetite
a mass of blooming branches
my hungry eye
wants to consume it all