late February days
when daytime
feels like twilight
Brightened By
love letter
from a long lost paramour
color inside March’s monochrome
In Winter’s Grey
patch of light
in the field out back
salvation
The Sea in the Sky
cloud waves
crashing on the shores
of a grey May day
Reprieve
drinking in
the blue blue sky
brief banishment of grey
Unseen Seen
with in a web
of black and white
complexities of grey
April Showers
engulfed in grey
all hope of spring
seemingly stripped away
April’s stern instruction of patience
In The Interval
the birch
wears feathers
while waiting for leaves
Shades
undiluted by colors
complexities of grey
emerge and educate
Midst
December rain erased the snow
leaving palisades in the misty midst of grey
A Little Spot of Red
a grey fogged dawn
the lone pileated
seeks a kindred
Undaunted
by winter’s demands
evergreens refuse to release color or needles
and stand in defiant contrast to the ever greying landscape.
Panta rhei
The flower has turned to pod
the warmth of the sun belies the bite in the breeze
everything flows.
Georgia’s Touch
Unlikely colors blend and into me seeps
a joy of beauty that abolishes all greyness of spirit.
The Tao of Trees
In his stillness
the squirrel seeks
to become one with the tree.
Benevolence
As dusk descends a storm approaches,
celestial light graces the trees
and shelters the shadow of the house.
Lonesome for Sunshine
Some days in April
Spring feels farther away
than in December.
Before the Storm
the sky gathers greyness and weight
and pushes itself upon us blanketing us with
anticipation in the stillness and the stirring smell of approaching snow.
Grey
The February forest offers
ten thousand shades of grey,
haven for the mourning dove.
Landscape
Every evening as day departs
the sky reveals a secret
about the passage of time.
The Heart of Ice
Hope is the energy that beats the heart.
Light is its manifestation.
Love fills the space in between.
December Dusk
Quietly, quickly
the embers of the day
melt away into grey.
Hush
Snow covers the land with quiet,
muting the colors of Fall.
Winter’s paintbrush holds a thousand shades of grey.
Roof Tops
We are safe beneath the peaks and eves
as cold gathers in the big grey sky.