snow
departing as vapor
old man winter’s last sigh
Breath
Winter’s Ghost
a vaporized self
stalking
the fields
Embracing Mystery
the morning
shrouded
in mystical cold
Our Voices Carried
cutting through the fog
sparkling with dew
we connect
Chosen
a halo
adorns the mountain
we are blessed
Dreamland
our misty world was soft
and we were free
together
Taking The Day
mother and child
side by side
into the morning mist
As the Day Slowly Rises
beneath the surface
the clarity
of dreams persist
Making Sense Of Things
as I approach
the mist recedes
slow introduction to clarity
In Uncertainty
one kind of courage
consists of
quiet and stillness
Daybreak
winter’s
cold breath
resting in the valleys
Invoking Ancestors
from misty woods
owl calls
who whooo
Resurrection
spring hopes rise
like mist lifting
from the morning mountain
In The Shadow Of
big pine
mountain’s watchtower
storm guide
Mountain Shore
waves of time
mountain backs rise
then disperse into mist
Serenity At The Oxbow
the river’s clarity
a love poem
to stillness
Exhalation
the landscape sighs
making space
for the new year
Visibility
Christmas
in the distance
the thinly visible pine
Ghost Tree
times’s skeleton
a spirit
amidst mist
Tender Dawn
pink morning sky
the rising mist
beauty persists
Mystic Path
September morning
the green path
leads dreams into day
Marsh In Morning Light
all possibilities
gather
at the water’s edge
Uncontainable
the trees
astounding colors
escape into the sky
Silent Assembly
mysteries gather
in the misty woods
awaiting sunlight’s unveiling
Field Rut
demanding attention
birch tree antlers
stand at the field
Rising
the landscape yawns
winter’s breath
rises from the mountains
Land of Dreams
misty mountain
recurring dream
of the sleeping field
All Is Right
let the day
find you
as you are
The Cannon Of The Divine
masterpiece
of light and cloud
balanced on the mountain top
Intentions
soft the morning rose
dreaming into being
a wholeness of day