the sky teaches
nothing stays
not even all this gray
Ever Changing
Evidence
bright green moss
under snow
yes hope springs eternal
Hope Held
the woods do
dream in snow
heaping hope on branches
The Garden Fence
in the white and gray landscape
we fasten our green hopes
to the rails
We Will Follow The Star To Christmas
and on the way
we will gather
peace and hope
Little Wren
do you know
how I count on you
to carry hope
Through The Darkness
the world awaited us
growing and blooming
summoning us back home
Captured
wishes gather
into orbs
as light holds hope
Thoughts On The Window
winter exhales
constructing dandelions
made of cold hope
To Be Like Rain
droplets
hang on
like hope
Will You Find Your Way To Being A Butterfly
living inside
nourished with parsley
tended by humans
Into The Blue
a sky so wide
if I lift my arms
will I be able to fly?
Onward
into the misty unknown
carry your dreams
while seeking the sun
Radiating Hope
a bright light
lifting us
up
Bluebird So Soft
bright eyed
in a blue sky
hope personified
Sure Sign
robin’s red breasts
against a bright blue sky
spring arrives on wings
Three Birch By The Barn Door
these friends
experience, strength and hope
my life’s companions
Still Life’s Motion
what holds
the snowflake to the leaf
but hope and faithful buoyancy
The Other Word For Courage
may your hope
be as sturdy
as the oak
Hope’s Devotion
even as
winter’s darkness gathers
color and light persist
All The Pumpkins
holding their breath
hoping to make it
to thanksgiving
Every Bloom A Manifestation Of Faith And Hope
she came indoors
with her mission to carry us
through our long winter days
Through
finally seen
the exit
from darkness
Trinity In The Vetch
sturdy, cheerful, simplicity
such grows in wild abandon
self-seeding beauty
Within
hidden inside
tiny delicate flowers
can’t help but bloom
Deliverance
in the gathering darkness
inexplicably arrives
the light of hope
Dandelion Road
not yet fully formed
our hopes and wishes
accompany us
Empty Nest
last year’s nest
holding place
for today’s hopes
Resurrection
spring hopes rise
like mist lifting
from the morning mountain
Sugar Wood
stacked last July
in hopes and preparation
for this year’s syrup making