bowed to winter
seeing past reflection
into the future
Reverence
The Chairs’ View
sit awhile
and watch spring
wander over
Sleep Over
April snow spent the night
the running brook hopes
to escort her back home
Breaking Free
verdant with spring
the brook rushes
toward sunlight
Cold Growth Forest
between
the brook and the branch
grew a forest of ice pines
Freezing Falls
water
still rushing
as the surface solidifies
Water Wanders
still on the move
the brook meanders
through the woods
Repeat Repeat
rain removes snow
then develops into sleet
so goes winter: repeat, repeat
David Hockney’s Water
deep in the woods
in the small brook
his paint brush paints
Dog Days
it is good
to run in the brook
and dash through sun and shade