a flit of red
cardinal considering
nesting options
Brookside
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
Physics At The Brook’s Edge
if time itself could be seen
this is how it would appear
stopped and moving all at once
Flow
I long
to take life’s curves
as gracefully as the winter brook
Everlasting Ever Changing Unions
stone, water, branch
fallen and frozen, rushing and static
married this winter day
Mop Of Cold
bent to the river by cold
held to new work by ice
servitude of sweeping
April Days
when the sky
is fast
and undecided
The Curvaceousness Of Water
specific
in her direction
indirect in her approach
Water Wanders Through The Seasons
recent snow
on old ice pack
the brook fast with melt
Reverence
bowed to winter
seeing past reflection
into the future
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