the trees
astounding colors
escape into the sky
Mountain Through the Trees
granite post marks
the old entrance
passageway to spring
The Roots of Memory
singular pine
recording the history
of the mountain
Field Rut
demanding attention
birch tree antlers
stand at the field
Into The Blue
mid winter
break in the sky
hope shines through
Divining Rod
grey sky
dowsing
for sunshine
Standing
in
the presence
of abscence
Afternoon Sun
in the brevity
of winter’s landscape
truth shines
Rising
the landscape yawns
winter’s breath
rises from the mountains
Fold Mountains
shifting sediment
of snow
branch mountain range
Between
dark shadows
mountain’s first snow
last days of fall
Harmony
November’s
sky and light
when opposites agree
Mountain Chime
weather is
the bell ringer
calling all to worship
Tiny Are All Beginnings
at the crest
of a moss mountain
a pine begins
Refuge in Blue
sun and shade
sanctuary
at the lake
Distillation
winter’s gift
distilled down
into the sky blue pond
Crossing the Ridge
edging winter out
leaf buds sunning
as snow retreats
Buried Bench
blue morning
snow up to the seat
spring stirs beneath
Amidst Darkness
color and light
salve to the worried
world
Land of Dreams
misty mountain
recurring dream
of the sleeping field
Witness
in the still white
the field’s soul
lays bare
Mountainside
black bird rests
in the red winter rose
snowfall’s tableau
Seeing Screen
impending storm
winter window foretells
the approaching landscape
Letting Go
ascending the morning fog
flying with the birds
unbound
Barely There
colors
soon a memory
landscape’s bones laid bare
Gathering
cold gathers
in the tree line
stronger than November sun
Echo
all the departures of fall
echo all the departures in life
a practice of fond farewells
Coloring
my eyes
can hardly hold
all the beauty that unfolds
The Cannon Of The Divine
masterpiece
of light and cloud
balanced on the mountain top
Interloper
your house and garden
said the look
is on my land
