granite and ice
a cold hard home
for velvet moss
The Change Space
mysteries of the space
in between the thing
and how it is seen
Hearing Hallelujah
crowded so tight
they seem almost one
every dot a note in the visual song
186,000 Miles Each Second
in every grey day
light is always at work
moving towards a breakthough
Dichotomy
without contradiction
arrived the second bloom
interpretation upheld by the past
Slow Waters
fountain in winter
slow flow
of ice and snow
Dendrites
wisdom grown
of fear or love
the web becomes the path
River Wilds
leopard spots
zebra stripes
camouflage of ice
Bittersweet
in iced sunlight
brightness sweetens
the bitter cold
Water’s Way
freeze and thaw
and shifting drifts
all leaning into life
Austerity
sharp edged
cold etches
light into dark
A Lingering
red canoe
a memory
of summer’s kiss
Winter Abstraction
storm’s contemplation
each flake a memory
and time reorganized
Iddy-umpty
morse code of winter
dots and dash of ice
arctic opus written in cold
Morning Moon
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
