winter haze
a cloudless day
just time, the mountain and I
Spring’s Sentry
Creeping phlox
sneaks up the mountain
stalking the last of the frost.
Mole Hill
Ants don’t question
why mountains appear
they simply climb them.
Bygone Days
Keeping nothing in and no one out
the wall wanders the mountain
dreaming of open fields and hand plows.
Union
Mist marries
the mountain
to the lake.
Deer Place
Bare birch
rise like antlers
on the mountain head.
Turning
The change is upon us.
In A Certain Slant Of Light
Before the burst of color
fall appears in those moments just before twilight
and presents a world illuminated from within.
Heaven
On certain summer days
it is clear
heaven is here with us.
Quiet Entrance
Spring sneaks in on little fox feet
greening the mountain while the world sleeps.
Rush
Mountain water hurries over rocks
searching for the ocean.
Logged
Along a dusty road
the trees leave the mountain.
Before the Storm
the sky gathers greyness and weight
and pushes itself upon us blanketing us with
anticipation in the stillness and the stirring smell of approaching snow.
Sugaring
First the sap runs, then drum drum drums
drop by drop into the buckets.
Soon to be simmered, then rolling boiled into maple syrup.
Oh that sweet sweet nectar of the mountain.
Lavender Day, Blue Mountain
To stand in the quiet
and witness the beauty and transience of a single moment
expands the soul.
Surface of Sound
Dudley’s Deer
Waiting to flash her tail to signal the start of their mountain romp.
But Dudley is not in the car as the doe seems to hope.
Dudley is in heaven now, running with the wind.
Staked Claim
tucked beneath a tree,
only the residents know the way in.