the warm west wind
these chilling nights
and sugar runs
Scale
a mountain of moss
grew its own forest
altering the dimensions of the world
Yet
a memory of last summer’s sun
the winter field not yet touched
by the greens of spring
Kiss
the day arrived
in wisps and sighs
the kiss of color as night goodbyes
Deep Rest
fatigued
the old ladder
bows to the ground
Between Trees
now that I’ve found you
every trail leads
to your wise counsel
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
Buddha’s Back
in the present
facing the future
honoring the past
Steadfast in Love
grandmother apple tree
reaches out to me
pressing love and sweetness
into my hands
Unknown Depth
the current carries
memory and hope
forward ever forward
Opening
seat of knowledge
where the rock split
Buddha sits
Time Combined
for every shadow
there is light
counterparts
like day to night
Up and Across
each trunk and branch
points the way
no wrong turns
only new paths
Spent
in the brotherhood
of the woods
support is found
Following Leads
through the reeds
a road emerged
that seemed to lead to spring
Missive of Love
the red of the barn
ablaze in the February sun
landscape’s valentine
Shifting
neither even or fair
the lay of the land
embraces inconsistency
Below
blue snow
the sky below
the sky
Goddess’ Gift
ruby red traces
of Aphrodite’s shower of kisses
the world awakens to love
of Aphrodite’s shower of kisses
the world awakens to love
Longing
the fruit
of last year’s blossoms
hold a torch for spring
Halt
birch and brushs’
wade through winter
halted by the frozen flood
Together
little house
in the snowy woods
by the rock walls stood
Distance’s Proximity to Closeness
in the distance runs the town
while I tend my quiet surrounds
Purple Departure
offering colors to accompany us
through the long night
the day blooms at dusk
The Black and White of Mountain Snow
winter lays bare
the precise location
of each passing moment
Queen’s Court
in snow diamond crowns
the court of Queen Anne presides
beauty is their decree
Running Brook
still running
the brook flees
winter’s hold
Efforts of Ice
sedulous winter
tries again and again
to make the cold hold
Surrender
a tender pink sky
softened the world
strife surrendered
