sometimes joy leaps up
in my heart
like crocus from the ground
Joy
With All Blooms And Beginnings
first and most mysteriously comes
an internal expansion
that commands glorious opening
Promise
on the broken branch
in the ice
verdant thriving
Satellite
receiving instructions
from last summer
on future destinations
Amarylis Did
with her stamens
she motioned me closer
come admire my details
Apparitions Of Spring
like garden ghosts
leaves appear
upon the icy window
Physics At The Brook’s Edge
if time itself could be seen
this is how it would appear
stopped and moving all at once
Power
forcing bulbs seem
to speed the arrival
of spring
Welcomed
the softness
and mysterious white light
oh to be enveloped in silence
Daydream Of Spring
with this blue sky
those raindrops
may bloom into flowers
Pink Birch
all across the landscape
in frills of paper bark
my favorite valentine
Morning Accessorized
the overnight rain
then plummeting degrees
made for us a string of pearls
Oh To Be
full of light
and flourishing
in the dead of winter
Cousin It
out in the woods
without your bowler hat or glasses
how will you find your way home?
Finding Flowers
dried by time
soaked by winter
and still blooming
A Tenacity Of Delicacy
thrown to the ground
by a punishing wind
intricacies undaunted
Shouting Out
a jubilation in red
amaryllis welcomes
the new year
January Thaw
a window into coexistence
the ice and mud
dried leaf and green grass
Affinity of Land And Sea
coral reefs on fallen logs
likenesses of
the ocean in the forest
Small And Sharp Like Puppy Teeth
the cold
has just begun
to nibble at the world
Winter’s Design
mosaic of ice
the ground’s
beauty enshrined
Through The Missing Part
the past
watches over
us
Summer Will Not Be Forgotten
a final
brilliant bloom
burned into memory
Steadfast
while garden beds are sleeping
there’s you blooming
in grand abundance
Wearing The Blush Of Cold
succulent roses
tenacious as barnacles
cling to the end of autumn
Learning To Fly
the seeds
are feathered
and ready for flight
A New Way Of Being
brittle and brown
a mirror
for light
Reward
brought inside
before the hard frost
a bloom of recompence
Becoming
in saying goodbye
the leaf became
a butterfly
Spinning Air
the wind
is the web
of the milkweed seed spider