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.

Benevolence


As dusk descends a storm approaches,
celestial light graces the trees
and shelters the shadow of the house.

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.

Hush

Snow covers the land with quiet,
muting the colors of Fall.
Winter’s paintbrush holds a thousand shades of grey.

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