the deciduous grove
in winter reveals
an intimate topography
Across The Lake
So Thin The Veil
this grove of birch
a clutch of ghosts
the other realm is near
Another New Snow
the white on white
of birch in snow
a calming quietude
Adaption
in the small space
between them
grew accommodation of others
Held
beneath the bark
one birch’s dark night
held sacred by the grove
Wanderer
At the edge of the apple grove the spring comes above ground
and wanders across the meadow laughing in delight at the change of season.