the forest
shares her secrets
with the whispering of snow
Whispering Snow
Listen With Your Whole Body
the air itself
will tell you
what lies ahead
Winter Zen
here in this place
breath rests
peace made manifest
Etching In White
a landscape
drawn in cold
every intricacy captured
Morning Collage
sunrise and cloud
branches and leaves
layered with light
Faith Accumulates
by the river side
I place my prayers
to drift like snow
Finding The Way
the trail disappeared
so we followed
the path of light
Outdoor Play
the snow
like children
climbing trees
Steps
quiet is the courage
that puts one foot
in front of the other
Beside Three Shadows
two llamas
harmonizing
one llama listening
Through The Trees
dawn opens
a window
to the new day
Juxtaposed
dark and sparkle
winter’s cold fidelity
to beauty
Winter Coats
thankful for sheep
horses snug
in their woolen coats
December Oxbow
the first coat
of winter’s
white
Made New
new wonders
on old paths
the magic of snow
The Merest Sliver
a wink
from the morning moon
before she disappears
The Snow Abstracted
an icing
of snowflakes
time suspended
Bells Ring Out
reverberations
announce each
hour
Like Buttercups
yellow blossoms
adorning the path
blessing us with color
How The Spirit Leans
the young tree’s shadow
rests upon its near elder
receiving sacred reassurance
Shared Knowledge
the stream and sky
converse about
the fluid endurance of existence
Woodland Rumpelstiltskin
the light
busy spinning
scrub brush into gold
Sheltered
no snow
beneath
the canopy
A Single Digit Of Warmth
the morning moon
in a tender sky
despite the bitter cold
Cascade
waterfall of time
this year’s leaves
descending mossy granite
Painter’s Light
often mistaken for ordinary
the masterpiece of
here and now
Seed Clouds
chugging by
like steam
from a train
A Cold Quiet Descends
the marsh
enveloped in
stillness and shadow
The Red Maple
late color
the last ruby smile
of autumn
In These Shorter Days
shadows dark as night
the brook thick with cold
winter taking hold