like an arm around its shoulder
the tree’s shadow
comforted the barn
Speeding Home
with a whistle
the call of the wild forgotten
the call of cookies and the couch answered
Faux Mock
the mock orange
mocks again in winter
this time blossoms of snow
Detailed
everything seems more of itself
with the way the snow
clings and reveals
After The Thaw
winter tried starting over
reglazing the pond with ice
and sprinkling grandma Moses flakes
Shy Sky
the day ended so softly
I almost missed the kiss
that was her parting blush
If Winter Was An Ocean
the meadow a beach
and the snow tide recedes
storm sets form on the horizon
Renewal
beneath the dormant garden
lies the constant unseen work
of life
Winter Renewed
a small fresh snow
everything clean and coated
the landscape whitewashed
Not Quite In The Spotlight
sometimes just
to be near the path of light
is light enough
Beneath This Big Blue Sky
long shadows
reaching for the long river
just beyond the tree line
Night Traveler
alone
you wove your way
into the light of a new day
Nite Nite
turning down the bed
the pink and blue sunset
whispers sweet dreams
Fidelity
evergreens
holding the torch
for spring
The Loving Landscape
red barn valentine
from the farm
to every passerby
The Bend
up ahead
some light
an encouragement to hope
Uncovered By Covering
after the snowfall
a tiny village
of teepees appeared
Fences
who is in?
and who is out?
would I stay without them?
All Around
sacred ground
my footprints
with the spirits
Woolgathering At The Fields
winter sun
the trees ghosts
of a daydream
Flames
afternoon light
cattail candles
set the marsh aglow
A Proclamation
they stepped
out of the mist
declaring their togetherness
Dormant Birdhouse
empty and still
faith holds the space
for new beginnings
Turns
gathered wheels
rest and compare
their many many miles
Apple Corps De Ballet
trees on point
the sun slowly spins
their shadow pirouettes
Winter Morning
the sun’s been up awhile
but beneath winter’s blanket
the landscape still slumbers
The Beholder
petals long gone
I still see
you blooming
Snow Day
winter waiting
on the swing
for play time
Technique
sun and wind
paint the landscape
the weather sgrafitto
Juxtaposition
the surety of sharp lines
tempered by
the grace of curves