life is the process
of constant transformation
Winter Clings
to the sides of things
until April dissolves her hold.
Metamorphosis
The freezing pond
becomes a verdant marble.
Bygone Days
Keeping nothing in and no one out
the wall wanders the mountain
dreaming of open fields and hand plows.
Possibilities
The still green meadow
holds out the possibility
of an Indian Summer.
Current
Rocks and trees know not to struggle
but to simply stay until the appointed time comes to go.
Change is forever pulling or pushing.
Do not begrudge the current its way.
Put the garden to bed
the garden is tucked in for the winter,
snug as a bug.