the falling
held
rain to ice
Pause
The Green Rose
like a siren
calling to spring
bringing blossoms into being
The Season’s Joie De Vivre
rising to the surface
that particular effervescence
of spring
l Learned It From The Leaves
part was missing
it made me love
what was left more
Valentine Delivery
that minx
the geranium
delivering deep red
Sunflower Seed
If I had
a light
I’d smoke it
Winter Is A Spider
the web
she weaves
is a dense tapestry
The Force Of Beauty
from inside
paper whites
beckon spring
Cold Geometry
from sharp right angles
to the exploration
of curves
Visions
miniature world
on the window pane
cold grows a forest
Bejeweled
the ice storm
adorns and preserves
all the delicate details
Captured Moment
falling
and then
suspended in time
In The Morning
stars
from the holy night
linger
So Many Seeds
soft like fur
a coat
ruffling in the wind
Layered Realms
fall submerged
beneath ice
and shadows
Circa 1783
interior side of bark
from the Lone Pine
a mosaic of time
Brittle Suppleness
in every contradiction
a thread
of continuity
The Geranium
offering
some holiday cheer
before it disappears
Proclaimed
wear
the blemish and scar
as beauty marks
Theophany
in beauty
there resides
God
Porthole
an autumn rain
becomes winter ice
window to the seasons passage
Dressing For The Season
marigold’s
winter coat
is made of cold
Mysterious Waters
was that
the last of summer
swirling on the surface?
Origami
fold lines
sharp on the leaf
making mountains
Beneath The Waterfall
mix of froth and leaves
mild mannered
maelstrom
Cascade
the rock and the water
fallen and falling
counterpart and counterpoint
Trick Or Treating In The Woods
the oak tree
offered
candy corn
Competition
not to be outdone
by outside
the houseplant’s leaf
Be Wary In The Woods
hunting season
even the sumac
wears safety orange
In The Valley Of The Lily
everything extending
the last of their essence
veritas of beauty