constructed by weather
lichen and with branch clapper
chiming with ice
Wind Chime
Spot Of Green
in the pale landscape
winter elevates
moss and lichen
Ice And Pine
evergreen
like the light
piercing darkness
Etching In White
a landscape
drawn in cold
every intricacy captured
Shell And Shield
second skin
shimmering armour
of ice
Steps
quiet is the courage
that puts one foot
in front of the other
Still Open
the current
evading
cold’s hold
The Snow Abstracted
an icing
of snowflakes
time suspended
Hail Makers
when warm hits cold
and dark meets light
the collision is hard as ice
A Melting Stand
in the cold curve
of the river
ice draws a line
between seasons
Oh April
we are so weary of your cold
but still attempt to admire
your shivering beauty
The River Is A Rainbow
throwing colors
and hopefulness
across the landscape
The Cold Still Bites
the river is running
but winter still
keeps her teeth out
Synchronized Ice
I see the sound
of ice birds
murmuration
February Dandelions
perennial hope
winter wished
for yellow blooms
Time Abstracted
within in the flow
it wrinkles and bunches
but always eventually
untangles itself
Ice Birds
perched upon
the window screen
then rising into flight
Crackle And Crack
see the sound
that ice makes
when meeting salted macadam
A Bit Of January Thaw
the field snow thins
river ice recedes
warmer air
passing through trees
The River Tide
the frothing edge
of each wave of cold
etched in ice
Between
looking through the ice
cross the liminal space
to feel the presence of birch
Boutonnière
the night’s lapel
embellished with
a frosty flower
Letting Go
the river knows
no need to cling
and offers welcome
to each new way of being
Morning Stars
night blessed the day
leaving stars
upon the window
Exhalation
the feathered breath
of winter
sighs upon the window
The Durability Of Change
the habit of the river
to turn again and again
from stillness to movement
Shrub Chandelier
ice crystals
catching the light
casting it about
Lyrics
every leaf and twig
inscribed by light
writing the river bank’s ballad
Attendance
the one thing
always present
is impermanence
Seeking Touch
leaning out
the tree uproots
to reach across the river