Take the slow way home along River Road.
Rest on the shoulder, marvel at the canopy of clouds.
Half and Half
Two trees at the entrance to the woods
mark the dividing line between sun and shade.
Golden Willow
In the midst of winter,
the willow shines its golden light.
This is where the fairies dance at night.
Frozen Wetland
Cold paints a picture in tans and greys and white.
Wind is the painter’s muse.
Sabbath
The shadow of a trinity of trees across rock
marks one of many spots to worship in the woods.
Before the Storm
the sky gathers greyness and weight
and pushes itself upon us blanketing us with
anticipation in the stillness and the stirring smell of approaching snow.
Wide Sky
The southern wind announces Spring is on her way to us.
These clouds are ruffles on her petticoats.
Mountains beyond Mountains
You may recognize the mountain by name or shape
but to truly know her is to walk the contours of her mass,
to watch her reveal the secrets of the seasons,
to remember and to feel the spirits of all the other feet
who have touched her and whose hearts have found home.
Frozen Memory
I dreamed of the marsh in winter
and saw tawny wheat growing in sand as soft as a cloud.
Two Trees
These trees wear their limbs
like curly haired twins.
Sugaring
First the sap runs, then drum drum drums
drop by drop into the buckets.
Soon to be simmered, then rolling boiled into maple syrup.
Oh that sweet sweet nectar of the mountain.
Paradise
resides right outside my window.
Stand of Birch
Their feet close together
the birch stand shoulder to shoulder
weathering all seasons.
Jacob’s Brook
Tundra
This winter’s frozen landscape
turns the familiar field into an alien surface
the dark side of the moon.
Winter Conspiracy
Comrades of the cold
the trees and the river share and keep
their secrets of the silent season.
Blue Sky through Pines
The afternoon sky’s hues of blue
momentarily quenched my thirst for Spring.
Affection
The earth smiles
when the field is kissed by the sun.
The Sound of Color
Morning light
sings my heart’s song.
Ridge
Just over the ridge
reside my dreams of Spring.
Leafy trees and blooming things;
the sun’s warm embrace, kisses on my face.
Dormant
Four fallow fields full of snow
hold their place on the mountain side
patiently waiting for Spring to arrive.
Winter’s Light
In this year of little snow
the cold seems to bring edges into focus.
Window on Winter
As the cold has settled deep into the ground
stillness has wrapped itself around the house
and both accentuate
the smallest of movements and quietest whispers of the heart.
Passing Storm
In the eye of the storm
you can catch a glimpse of God
watching over you.
Skyscape
If I could imagine the threshold to heaven
it would appear as did this dawn
with depth and light beyond mortal comprehension.
Lavender Day, Blue Mountain
To stand in the quiet
and witness the beauty and transience of a single moment
expands the soul.
Morning Moon
Like a sweet dream that lingers
the morning moon spies me through the trees
bestowing well wishes for the day.
Winter’s Impressionism
Still life of a winter’s day.
Landscape
Every evening as day departs
the sky reveals a secret
about the passage of time.
Full Moon
A walk in the woods
by the light of the moon
enchanted reverie