Conversation Between Seasons

a stand of white birch
call back
to the snow capped mountain

Magnolia Clouds

pure as a new spring day
the scented breeze
and petal’s shadow play

February Narcissus

winter gazed
upon her own reflection
in the river

Morning Paradox

dawn’s delicacy
belies
the bitter cold

Pink Dawn

the magic
of dreams
still within reach

Into The Blue

a sky so wide
if I lift my arms
will I be able to fly?

Quickly The Mood Of Each Moment Shifts

light and shadow
chase each other
across the landscape