sedulous winter
tries again and again
to make the cold hold
Hiatus
at the edge of memory
red kayaks wait
on the ready
A Hush
snow fell
like the earth’s sighs
quieting all concerns
Slumber
december glooming
dark light on the marsh
this is where shadows sleep
Whispers
the colors are
a whisper now
winter’s quiet inches in
The Golden One
every limb’s gesture
was an encouragement
to joy
One
sunlight shines through you
your body wears the tilt of the reeds
what you see you become
Wise Waters
water knows
pulls and turns
are the way of life
Mystique
animating stillness
personifying patience
seer, seeker, soothsayer
Expansion
as the marsh
whispered her secrets
the water spun light into gold
Spirit Guide
always nearby
awaiting notice
guiding the way
Tiny House
brood boxes
parked marsh side
for fall’s final forage
Dreams
the landscape dreams
in wisps of mist
and mystery
Recognition
beauty is everywhere
calling out to me
if I recognize my name
Kasco
rising
into flight
spirit casting shadow
Marshside
cattails and Queen Anne
keep watch over
summer’s fading days
Pace
corners are for bustle
curves and bends
are where I like to wander
Talisman
heron in the morning light
blesses the unfolding future
Paradox
uncertainty embraced
calm ensues
amidst chaos
Message in the Mirror
reflection reveals
how things are
rooted in light
Underworld
bottoms up
five dive
down
Space and Time
pines bookend time
their reflections
a parallel universe’s tomorrow
Where Elements Rest
the May breeze
takes its holiday
at the marsh
To Come And Go
cold must rise in order to leave
every thing comes and everything goes
in nature’s design of time
In Lingering Ice
lonesome for the red winged
longing for the frogs’ calls
believing in the sun
cattails wait
Eagle’s Perch
an open marsh
the solitary dead pine
this is where the eagle prays
Practice
winter is
the practice
of patience
Determination
pines and reeds
hold tight to their colors
as winter whitens the landscape
Only
on the frozen marsh
where everything is holding its breath
sunlight is the only motion
Reed’s Marsh
there is solace in the silence
this is heaven’s hush