the day packed away
in night’s
dark briefcase
The Day Retires
Letting Go
the river knows
no need to cling
and offers welcome
to each new way of being
Smiled Upon
winter holds tight to the shadows
but OH the sun, the sun
the saving sun
Bare Ground Blue Sky
opportunity taken
the farmer feeds
his fallow field
Blue Sunset
dark clouds
blue with water
preparing to erase the snow
Alone Together
room for thoughts
to wander
between them
Beneath The Watch Of Elders
young pine
in the January snow
so many more years to grow
Dinner Waits
the crabapple tree
set like a table
for the cardinal and cedar waxwings
Shaken
trees appear tiny
the world a snow globe shaken
then set gently down
A House For The Wind
racing in and out
the doors and windows
opened by absence
The Old Oak’s Salutations
the old oak
in an elegant turn
of welcome and farewell
Ho Ho Ho The Snow
old apples
in their Santa hats
Christmas in the orchard
Making Magic
rarely seen
this generous neighbor
who gives in imagination and delight
by bestowing upon the garden
a Christmas fairy
All As It Should Be
berries in tranquility
content against
the sky’s faint blue
After Many Gray Days
some blue sky
a saving grace
and hope renews
Slow Days
the garden wears a sweater of snow
inside you wear boiled wool
the two of you
practicing patience
Filagree Of Trees
the snow like time
tracing and embracing
every detail
Collection Of Light
cattail torches
arise on the marsh
solidarity of light
Revealed
winter’s egg of snow
disclosing
your secret nest
Seeking Light
the lantern’s light
imagined
is light enough
Sunflower Fence
the barn remembers
smiling yellow faces
heads now bent with snow
Those Little Spots Of Red
a sprinkling
of cheerfulness
the berry adorned landscape
A Sliver Is Enough
the storm recedes
the moon appears
a hook for hope
Congregating Calm
quiet fell
the garden hushed
enters into camaraderie with solitude
Winter Is A Queen Of White
everything touched
with her scepter of cold
commanded to dazzle and glisten
To Be Counted On
morning is a certainty
the colors of her sky
an eternal mystery
The Approach
off in the distance
winter is a train loaded with cold
closing the miles between us
To Choose Gratitude
thank you for the first snow
thank you for shelter from the cold
thank you for the few remaining leaves
thank you for the company of trees
Clouds Above The Palisades
sunshine spotlights
the bluff face
as day dips into shadow
Sunset Cinder
we savor the day’s embers
as November night
shutters the afternoon