Cold that is no longer snow
makes a mad dash down the brook
rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer.
Frosty Morn
The pond has broken winter’s icy hold
but the land struggles to shrug off the frosty morning cold.
Raptor
A steel bird of prey
scours the landscape
hunting abandoned cars.
April Ice
A storm slides in
and glazes spring
freezing her in motion.
In The Distance
On the far side of the horizon
summer makes her plans for us.
Songstress
Make your home near mine
and sing your song of joy
at each day’s new breaking.
Delicate
Branches blush as buds begin to swell.
Subtly color creeps into the landscape.
Surely
Morning makes its way through bare branches.
Every ray of sun brings us closer to the greening of spring.
Return
The landscape shifts from white to green.
Ice is no match for the determination of spring.
Beneath
A thin blanket of snow covers the pond
concealing the secret lives of fish.
Between
Between the seasons
a quiet pause
as the earth sighs.
Lace Making
Casting a pattern like lace
shadows of leaves
embellish the snow.
Stained Glass
How glorious the view
from the cathedral that is nature.
Flurry
In my spring dreams
it snows flowers.
Obscured
Below a fresh layer of cold
colors stir and plot
their renaissance.
Send Off
Day departs
painting the sky
riotous colors.
Falling Up
The blue blue sky
frees me
from winter’s grey gravity.
The Sweet Season
Sugar maples
give rise
to great expectations.
Pilgrimage
During the quiet of the night
they come from all directions on paw and hoof
to reach the sacred spot and journey beyond.
Retreat
Snow and silence
withdraw to the higher elevations
as Spring takes a dainty foothold.
Winter Clings
to the sides of things
until April dissolves her hold.
Three Posts
At the edge of the woods
stand three posts on which to hitch
your worries, your troubles, your cares.
You’ll find you won’t need them when you return.
Commencement
The new day sweeps in
clearing darkness to the side.
Sanctuary
The ginkgo’s fence
corrals deer out
reserving space for growth.
Zig Zag
Four feet
find their way
by instinct and inspiration.
Stealing Secrets
Fish eavesdrop
on the men
in their ice houses.
Revelation
Morning exposes
nearly blinding brilliance.
Winter’s majesty is not done with us.
Blue Noon
Clouds hide away the sun.
Cold paints the world blue.
Is this living on the moon?
Ice Jam
After an incomplete thaw
the river becomes its own obstacle.
Prelude
In winter’s panorama of grays and whites
browns begin to steal the scene
soon to wear the first green whispers of Spring.