when water stops moving
and branches are bare
the bridge will wait for spring
Bridging Seasons
Seasonal Monagamy
together until
the spring
is time enough
On Its Way
it feels as if time
like the water
is rushing towards winter
The Leaves
each to
its own
angle of repose
The Cooling Pool
shoes off
slip into the soft silt
and cool caress
Along A Curving Bank
the preciousness
of August water
conserved
A Favored Place
sitting on a warm stone
feet submerged in smooth cool
the perfect way to bridge a summer day
Deep In The Green
the brook
dissolves into
a sea of foliage
A Ray Of Light Across The Brook
the stones
invite me
to walk on water
In The Still Dark Woods
that must be spring
off to the left
just out of view
Rush
the wait is over
the water freed
spring unleashed
Brookside
a flit of red
cardinal considering
nesting options
Impelled
no prisoner to the cold
impeded and still
the brook runs free
Winter Zen
here in this place
breath rests
peace made manifest
Etching In White
a landscape
drawn in cold
every intricacy captured
In These Shorter Days
shadows dark as night
the brook thick with cold
winter taking hold
Silt and Shadow
the way every element
was moving, changing, departing
I glimpsed eternity
The Bridge
hear the sound of dog steps
joyfully crossing
back and forth
Black Rocks Green Leaves
beside the brook
light and shadow
conversed about
contentment’s ways
Water And Granite
steadfast in opposite ways
the durability of granite
married to the fluidity of water
Watching Light Dance On The Water
deep in the quiet woods
by the unhurried water
my soul rejuvenates
Shimmering
alive again with rain
the brook a mirror
of renewal
Water’s Laughter
bubbles giggle
as the brook
cascades
Change To Change
winter teeter totters
with rain erasing snow
then back again
Ways Of Water
still flowing
but slower
still drawing
with sunlight
Fairies Autumn
mostly fall is raucous color
but at a small enclave near the brook
shy leaves blush hues of pink
Rock Koi Swim
beneath the surface
orange rocks swim like koi
undulating with the current and the wind
Water Falls Along The Brook
pulled by
time and gravity
back to the beginning
Flight Of The Baby Snapping Turtle
a bird plucked you from the ground
then found you undesirable and dropped you down
some million turtle miles from the brook
to which you were returned completely unshook
Moving Towards Spring
a single drop
circles echo
in sunlight