With only its curvature telling its story
a tree rights itself against unseen forces.
Flow
Water rushes past snow.
Nature refuses containment.
Jamboree
friends of the flock
fly in from afar
determined to attend
the winter wingding
Winter’s Crop
Fields of snow
are harvested
by the sun and ground.
Morning’s Color
heralds hope.
Birch Ballet in Blue Sky
Graceful limbs sway
exquisitely expressing
the symphony of the wind.
Tree’s Totem
Conjoined the twin trees stand
held in place by spirit
despite death and decay.
January Thaw
Only shadows dare
skate across the pond.
Pines in Pink
Morning rushes in
promising a rosy day.
Return
The birch lies with lichen and leaves
only to rise again in the next season
as hope eternal, the spring ephemerals.
Silent Music
In the quiet white of flakes descending
my heart beats in perfect rhythm
with the universe.
Late Afternoon
Shadows are the arms of time
reaching toward twilight.
Slope
Many Mountains
When I know
the shapes in the distance
I know where I am.
Retired Workers
Rust may diminish their substance
but their labor has shaped
the land on which they rest.
Hallelujah
The glory
of goodness
surrounds us.
Nearness
You know the divine.
It radiates light and calls you to it.
Sometimes its name is beauty.
Arrival
At the sacred spot
you will reach a delicate fence
of frost frozen flowers.
Tranquility
A light dusting of snow
quiets the woods with peace enough
to sooth the world.
The Choir
Seedheads sing
winter’s carols
in the wind.
Woodland Tapestry
against the silver backdrop of bare branches
weeds and leaves
are the warp and woof of the landscape
Outcropping
The granite ledge
makes itself known
by refusing all trees.
Undaunted
by winter’s demands
evergreens refuse to release color or needles
and stand in defiant contrast to the ever greying landscape.
Quiet White
Winter
white washes
the woods.
Aspiration
Branches reach
through blue sky and clouds
to touch the heavens.
Ocean Grass
the meadow waves
lap at the birch shore line
The Spirit of Colors
Colors emanate
from bare branches
autumn’s aura
Golden Thread and Meadow Ribbon
A sparkling of frost
gloriously gift wraps
the meadow.
Destination
Through the dried grass
the wooden path
leads to winter.
Opening
the entrance to the marsh
calls
be part of the peacefulness