held high in reverence
an offering to the sun
we pause in thanks and praise
Snow Shrine
As Winter Wanes
with memory
I overlay the landscape
with verdant pulsing greens
Snow Squid
in an ocean of snow
the tree becomes
tentacles and fin
Sunrise
greeted by
the wise eye
of the new day
Titivated Trees
each branch adorned
with a delicate extravagance
of twig made lace
Pine And Ice
winter weary
we still recognize
her particular beauty
Blue Morning
the night slips away
and day is claimed
with sunlight and sparkle
The Ending Starts The Beginning
a return to origins
feeding the source with self
life circles and circles
Morning Walk
our daily path
and still each day
new wonders discovered
The Restlessness Of March
learning from the meadow
I will try to love
the still gray sky and stubborn snow
Everything Bloomed In White
still so cold
but the glittering snow
spoke of spring
Drifts Drift
along with snow
dreams keep gathering
as the birds begin to sing
eventually, eventually spring
What Nothing Gives
healing eventually
takes place
in the empty space
not a return
a new way of being
Sigh
secretly held breath
miraculously exhaled
spaciousness arrives
Brookside
a flit of red
cardinal considering
nesting options
Wind Chime
constructed by weather
lichen and with branch clapper
chiming with ice
Fine Lines
traced in snow
the grace and reach
of a leafless tree
Late Afternoon Flurry
oh to be home
snug in the warm
while winter winters on
Fresh Snow
a new beginning
all paths
to be made anew
The Forest Made A Snow Maiden
she exalts us
with her one raised limb
as we walk by
In The Midst Of Winter
thank goodness
for the pines and sunlight
whispering of spring
Shadow Network
crossing
and connecting
one another
Sound Effects
memories carry
the babble
of the now silent brook
Geography Of Snow
minor mountains
zig zag
in light and shadow
Impelled
no prisoner to the cold
impeded and still
the brook runs free
For Those Who Walked Ahead
we follow your path
and thank you
for making our journey easier
Spot Of Green
in the pale landscape
winter elevates
moss and lichen
Beneath The Snowy Pine
the storm
makes shelter
of itself
A Ripple Of Vision
seeing through
this borrowed view
an echo of sight
Slow Falling
we were inside
the snow globe
looking out