wise ones
these three birch
overseeing season’s change
Caretakers
Morning Rounds
senses cocked
in stillness
until the pounce
The Ground Blooms In Browns
from the snow emerge
all the tiny details
of new beginnings
Older Than Old
deceptive in their delicacy
older than the dinosaurs
the fern a living fossil
The Still Snowy Way
the road given
is the road
that must be traveled
Awaken
splendid is the morning sun
beckoning to sap and leaves
rise sweetly and unfurl
The Greening Undaunted
the iris keep on
despite discouraging
evidence and occurances
Heaven Visits Earth
late snow
the celestial and terrestrial
entwines
Pretending
these could be
cherry blossom petals
so sweet they melt
Like The Drifting Sky
longing to be
free as a cloud
riding the incoming warmth
The River Is A Rainbow
throwing colors
and hopefulness
across the landscape
Together
we walk through shadows
and last years leaves
determining a path to the future
The Planets In Conversation
the sunset
offers her red prequel
to the blood moon
Two Trees Crossed Like Skis
that secret place
we found
where winter welcomes spring
The Cold Still Bites
the river is running
but winter still
keeps her teeth out
Mabel Reminds Me How
to feel
my right to a place
in the world
Self Sufficiency
the sun reveals
last year’s leaves
nurturing new possibilities
Iris In Winter
a seed head bloom
in black and white
the winter gift of iris
March Teases Us With Spring
one day hinting at spring
then overnight
delivering more winter
Looking Forward
a little shimmer
of summer
in the snowy sunshine
Trudging
knee deep snow
slows but does not halt
the search for a roost
Marshaled By Blue Sky
in the company
of blue sky and clouds
my strength gathers
Portent Of Spring
as sunlight illuminates
a spot of green
faith restored
Hope On The Horizon
morning silence broken by
the whisperings of
delicate colors
Falling
oh to be
caught and cradled
on the bough of a pine
Blue Is For Summer
blueberry bushes
rosy cheeked
in winter’s cold
Winter’s Crosshatch
the river’s dark slash
beneath the mountain’s horizon
weaving through trees
Transcending
sometimes the sky
in all its moving beauty
rescues me from sorrow
When The world Is Gray
summon the bravery
to sing
your song
Sunset Blaze
we warm ourselves
on the coldest days
with the sunset’s blaze