diamond edged air
cuts like a knife
morning moon’s cold light
Constellation
starry night
upon the ground
astronomy on earth
Residency
on the north side
winter still resides
Cells
nature draws
abstractions of
the building blocks of life
Yet
a memory of last summer’s sun
the winter field not yet touched
by the greens of spring
Bees
they buzz in bubbles
beneath the ice
water is their wings
March Morning
the pink of dawn
spilled onto
the frozen lawn
Abstraction of March
a flux of
halted movement
the design of fleeting time
Cattail Ice
this mercurial winter
zigs and zags
playing tag with spring
Permission
as ice gives its form to water
permission is granted to wander
Portend
the weather
dreamed of spring
in water eggs and feather ice
Metamorphosis
winter’s icy caterpillar
gestates spring’s
tender wings of color
Fluid
in the rush of change
the only way to become oriented
is to surrender to transformation
Eventually
what separates us
will shatter or melt
if we stay with love
Waterfall Window Dressing
frozen cascade
winter’s cold curtain
oh the drapery of days
Halt
birch and brushs’
wade through winter
halted by the frozen flood
The Enoughness of Nothing
in nothing
everything
rejoiced
Efforts of Ice
sedulous winter
tries again and again
to make the cold hold
Adjourned
seconds suspended
the frozen motion
of time on ice
Time’s Bridge
the center reaches
for the shore
shadows seek the light
Filigree of Trees
in the freezing fog
everything is seen
with crystal eyes
The Migration of Melt
the brook breaks free
and runs for the river
longing to unite with the sea
Spring Flowering
a rose
of snow
bloomed in March
Glimmer
glinting ice
in the snowy field
a wink from spring
Sugar
if the necessary conditions
are not met
there will be no sugar on snow
Maewyn Succat
in lieu
of four leaf clover
make do
with lichen and ice
How Long the Winter
how deep the snow
how thick the ice
how far the mountains
Voyage
a melt, the freeze, then awe
an ocean to cross
to reach the shores of spring
Shatterings
each crack and shattering
revealed new connections
and the permanence of change
Earth’s Wrinkles
water is the earth’s skin
wrinkled by the cold
marks and ridges telling time
the oldest story ever told