the river knows
no need to cling
and offers welcome
to each new way of being
Letting Go
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
Marvel
an icy lace
melting and magnifying
making a mosaic of Monday
After The Thaw
winter tried starting over
reglazing the pond with ice
and sprinkling grandma Moses flakes
Waking Dream
morning came
but my dreamscape
lingered on the window
Triptych Of Textures
distillations combine
winter’s tapestry
grown on stone
Finery
the window dressing
in a flourish
of feathers
In Outlines
tracing time
and its
continuous expansion
Winter Encaustic
fixed by cold
and held by ice
summer and autumn’s pigments
Change
many are the beginnings
and the sheddings
that escort us into the new
The Waterfall In Winter
some of you
never make the full descent
balanced instead on a high wire of cold
Promise
on the broken branch
in the ice
verdant thriving
Costume Jewelry
ice makes diamonds
when snow becomes raindrops
the sparkle is of rhinestones
Obscured It Means More
like the remnants of a sweet dream
just out of reach with waking
glimpses of green
March The Month Of Everything
both snow and ice
with water running free
blue sky and clouds jostling
Seen And Seen Again
birch in the sun
are echoed as
icicles in shade
Sleepy House
eyelid of ice
the window
half closed
Spring Dream
new life
hatched and feathered
in sunshine and blue sky
Apparitions Of Spring
like garden ghosts
leaves appear
upon the icy window
Physics At The Brook’s Edge
if time itself could be seen
this is how it would appear
stopped and moving all at once
Solidarity
secrets shared
between
rocks and ice
Everlasting Ever Changing Unions
stone, water, branch
fallen and frozen, rushing and static
married this winter day
An Artist At Work
each underwater stroke
ripples the surface
new abstractions of reflections
This Tree
still waving goodbye
to the trains
that no longer cross the trestle