across the lake
the mountains rise
beneath puffed clouds
sweet sighs the sky
Mountain Dreams
clouds
are what
mountains dream
Proof
that wide blue sky
a living proof
warmer days will not be denied
Hint of Spring
Winter lingers on the mountains
lichen greens the birch bark
the air hints of spring
Demonstration
as snow recedes devoted pines
demonstrate being green
for leafless trees
Barns
side by side
shouldering the isolation of winter
red barns reside in the kinship
of proximity
Ushered
one storm is ushered out
the next is ushered in
brief is the blue sky
Likeness
like the mountains
winter rolls on and on
Morning Fog
low land sleeps
in dreamy white
as the day softly begins
Dreams
winter’s cold breath
obscures the mountains
revealing dreams
Morning Mountains
thin November air
diluting colors
amplifying absences
Foundation
mother earth’s
broad shoulders carry
the weight of humanity
Departure
In muted shades
softly the glooming
fades away the day.
Home
Gentle green mountains
and voluptuous clouds
replenish my spirit.
Retreat
Snow and silence
withdraw to the higher elevations
as Spring takes a dainty foothold.
Room
In the open space
dreams collect like clouds
creating my horizon.
Winter’s Crop
Fields of snow
are harvested
by the sun and ground.
Morning’s Color
heralds hope.
Many Mountains
When I know
the shapes in the distance
I know where I am.
Outcropping
The granite ledge
makes itself known
by refusing all trees.
Neighbor’s Light
Before the sun fully rises
the neighbor’s light across the way
is my kind companion in morning’s solitude.
Silo
In between the green mountains
the silo holds grain
and most importantly hope.
Adventure
The back porch stairs
lead to the whole
of the wild woods and world.
In Town
When you get to the fancy white fence
that’s how you’ll know your at Main Street.
Mountains beyond Mountains
You may recognize the mountain by name or shape
but to truly know her is to walk the contours of her mass,
to watch her reveal the secrets of the seasons,
to remember and to feel the spirits of all the other feet
who have touched her and whose hearts have found home.
Winter’s Light
In this year of little snow
the cold seems to bring edges into focus.
Mountain Range
I rarely miss the sea.
The mountains are my ocean.
October Morning
Color moves across the mountains
in a dazzling display of transitions
before the stark beauty of winter descends.
Fields
The fields form a patchwork quilt,
a growing green cover that reaches from the river bank to the mountains.
Tied together with labor and nurture for the purpose of sustenance.